Management Page #5

My parents were killed in a war.

By the Americans?

- Yes.

And yet I moved here.

I like this park.

I'm sorry.

- No no no.

It is not your fault.

Let go, Michael.

Let go and move on.

I reckon I knew you. - Yeah, I'm the

guy who sold you my mom's necklace.

Oh yes, right.

What can I do you for?

- I want it back.

Dad, do you want me to make you

some dinner? - No, I'm all right.

Dad, when you were over in Vietnam, did you

ever do any fighting in the Hau Liang province?

Yeah. Why?

I just met this guy at the

monastery who was from the area.

Seemed to really have his sh*t together.

Good to hear.

Dad, I been thinking,

maybe you should sell this place.

You don't even like it here.

This was mom's thing.

Why do you say that?

Cause it's true.

My mom loved people,

loved running things, it's not like you.

You're not like a people's person, dad.

You should let it go.

Move on.

Otherwise you're just gonna rot.

Sell it and do what?

- Anything.

You've still got time.

You've got money.

What do you need Mike? A loan.

No. I just wanted to say,

that this doesn't have to be it.

And that I love you.

Dear Mike, I know you probably don't want

to hear from me and I can't say I blame you.

But I wanted to write anyway

to let you know what I think.

Which is that I think you had a point that day.

About people who hide behind their causes.

in order to avoid their lives

You had a point down there in that basement.

With the soy sauce and the mice.

And so I wanted to say thanks.

Because of you Mike,

I'm not the same person I was.

Goodbye, Mike.

Love, Sue.

Just thought about what you said the other day.

I think you had a point.

That being said, this is yours.

What is it?

- Deed to the motel. Signed over to you.

Dad. Dad, that's not why....

- It's fine.

I don't need it.

Your mom was good about that.

- You can't just give me the motel.

It's your birth right.

What would you do?

I want to get in shape.

Maybe join one of those basketball leagues.

How about you?

- I don't know. I'll think of something.

You done with the monk stuff?

- Yeah, I still ocassionally do it.

I mean not professionally but...

What about that girl?

Oh, that didn't work out.

We weren't, you know, like,

meant for each other.

I dunno Mike, things change. In life.

What do you mean?

You're not the same guy you were.

Good soup.

Good soup.

You can do this, Mike.

I'm gonna hit the gym.

Yeah, they have a senior

citizens hoop run from 3 to 5.

I got a new ball.

Yeah, I see it.

All right, Mike.

- See ya.

Hallo?

- Hi Jango, it's Mike, Sue's friend.

Hi Mike.

Hi. Look I know that I'm probably not the guy

you want to hear from right now but I need

to tell Sue about what I'm doing down here.

And I think that when she hears what

I'm up to... - Hey Mike? - ...she will at

least understand that if nothing else...

Mike?

- Yeah?

We split up, Sue and I. Split up.

She left me.

Went back to Maryland

to be with her mom.

Hi

- Hi.

Are you Mary Claussen?

- Yes?

Hi

- Hi.

I'm a friend of Sue's.

Is she home?

Who are you?

- Mike? From management.

Sue, Mike is here.

Hi.

- Hi.

How's the baby?

So far so good.

Are you okay?

I'm really sorry, Mike.

For what?

Cause I really messed up. With you.

But you were right. I was like a kid.

This is the deed to the motel.

I want to turn it into a homeless

shelter with midnight basketball.

I already bought the soup noodles.

I was actually hoping that

you might want to help.

I really love you Sue and I want to take care

of you and whoever it is that's inside of you.

All I want is to be with you. That's it.

Breathe, Sue.

Just keep breathing.

I wrote you a haiku, you wanna hear it?

Sure.

Mike, oh Mike, my man.

Keeps showing up like UPS.

Sue, you're such a b*tch.

I like it.

You do?

- Yeah.

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