My Girl 2 Page #17

PHIL'S TRUCK PULLS UP TO A HOUSE

PHIL:

This is it I guess.

VADA:

Well, I've come this far...the least I can do

is knock on the door.

PHIL:

You want me to come with?

VADA:

(shakes her head)

I should do this myself.

PHIL:

Okay...take your time...I'll...I'll go for a

walk around.

VADA:

Okay.

Vada gets out and makes her way up to the front door,

petting the dog sitting

on the doorstep, she turns to look back at

Phil

PHIL:

(in car, gesturing that she should

press the bell)

Go ahead honey...go ahead.

Vada presses door bell, waits then presses it again, then a

man opens the door

MAN:

Hi there...can I help you?

VADA:

Are you Jeffrey Pommeroy?

JEFFREY:

Sure am, who are you?

VADA:

I am Vada Margaret Sultenfuss. My mother

was...

JEFFREY:

Maggie...Maggie's little girl.

Vada nods

JEFFREY:

I was hoping I'd get to meet you.

VADA:

You mean, you knew about me?

VOICE FROM INSIDE

Who is it honey?

A woman appears next to Jeffrey

JEFFREY:

It's aah...Maggie's little girl, Vada.

WOMAN:

Ohh, Oh my.

JEFFREY:

This is my wife Emily.

EMILY:

Hi.

VADA:

Hi.

JEFFREY:

Umm...can you come in for a minute?

VADA:

I'd like to, thanks.

they enter the house. Vada walks next to Jeffrey who leads

them into the living room, a little girl suddenly comes

running in

LITTLE GIRL:

Mommy, Daddy, I painted you a rainbow, come

and see.

EMILY:

(to Katie)

This is Vada,

(to Vada)

Vada this is our little girl Katie.

VADA:

Hi.

KATIE:

(shy)

Hi.

EMILY:

Umm...why don't we let Daddy and Vada visit

for a little while?

KATIE:

Okay.

JEFFREY:

Okay.

KATIE:

Bye.

VADA:

Bye.

(Emily and Katie leave)

She looks a little like me when I was a

little girl.

JEFFREY:

Does she?

Vada nods

JEFFREY:

I'm glad you're here.

VADA:

You are?

JEFFREY:

Yeah, come on, let's talk.

they move into the kitchen

IN KITCHEN, JEFFREY IS IN FRIDGE GETTING A DRINK

VADA:

We have this school assignment to write about

someone we never met and I chose my mother.

She was born in Los Angeles and since my uncle

Phil moved out here I came in to visit him and

then I looked at her high school yearbook

and... and I called a few people and one guy

said that she went to UCLA, another guy said

that I should call Hillary Mitchell so....

JEFFREY:

Hillary Mitchell? How's she?

VADA:

Oh she's great...she's a little crazy though.

Anyway, Hillary said that you had a black Ford

truck and this policeman I know got in touch

with Motor Vehicles and...he gave me your

address and here I am.

JEFFREY:

(laughs)

VADA:

I told you it was a long story.

JEFFREY:

That's all right, you know what? You sound

just sounded just like your mother...she told

great stories. Stories with crazy accents

and...special effects.

VADA:

Special effects?

JEFFREY:

Yeah like, switching a lamp on and off when

she was talking about lightning...audiences

love stuff like that. And your mom knew how to

work an audience.

VADA:

I don't know very much about her...I was

hoping that you could help me.

JEFFREY:

I'll try.

Vada gets out her brown paper bag and hands it to JEFFREY

VADA:

No one else knows what this means.

JEFFREY looks at it for a moment as memories come flooding

back

JEFFREY:

You see...the thing is, we always wanted to

work in a theater, so we drove out to New

York, to Broadway where it was...where it was

all happening...and...New York was just full

of fancy French restaurants and we wanted to

get married in one but we were totally broke,

so your mom found this little coffee

shop...little tables round the back...and real

tablecloths on 'em, and a minister who worked

cheap...but when we got down to the coffee

shop there was a sign on the door that said

Closed by the Board of Health. By that time

it had started snowing, so...we just got

married...right outside in the snow.

It was freezing but it was wonderful. And for

our wedding feast, we had a bag of hot roasted

chestnuts. This is the bag.

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