Our Souls at Night Page #6

Hey.

Addie, you can't let him get

to you like this.

I know you.

I know you're a good mother.

No, I did all the right things.

I took him to his soccer games

and his dentist appointments and...

Addie.

I did everything you're supposed to do.

He was only five.

He needed me.

I have to try to make things right

with Gene, and for... for Jamie.

You know...

there's nothing for me here either.

Addie, you're where I want to be.

I can't take you with me, Louis.

I can't.

They're my family.

So... So this is our last night?

Bye, Nana!

Have a good day, okay?

The other Bonny.

That time that I was

with my friend Oliver,

and we were just digging

and having a nice little time,

and then suddenly I hit something hard.

You know what that was? That was a nail.

More than a hundred years because

my friend's dad knows a lot about history,

and he confirmed that it was probably

more than a hundred years ago.

And he said it was

more than a hundred years old.

I have it in my room.

- Will you show it to me later?

- Okay.

What do you suppose it was from,

a railroad tie or something?

Mnh-mnh. It looked very thin.

What do you want to do with it?

You want to sell it?

I think maybe keep it.

Keep it and then sell it in ten years.

- Mm...

- When it's 200 years old.

Yeah.

Natural light

that will come into this house.

You've got mature trees.

You know, you just can't get landscaping

like this anymore, right?

It's pretty.

Hey, Rudy.

Hey, Louis.

Sorry to hear about Charlie.

Uh, yeah. He went in his sleep.

That's the best way to go, if you ask me.

"Weeks passed, and the little rabbit

grew very old and shabby,

but the boy loved him just as much.

He loved him so hard that he loved

all his whiskers off.

And the pink lining to his ears

turned gray,

and his brown spots faded.

He even began to lose his shape,

and he scarcely looked

like a rabbit anymore,

except to the boy."

Hello?

Louis?

I'm... I'm having trouble sleeping.

Yeah, you and me both.

What should we do about it?

I don't know.

The nights are the worst, don't you think?

I do. I do.

We could try talking.

What do you think about that?

Oh, I think that's a good idea.

Never know what it might lead to.

So what do you want to talk about?

Oh, God, anything. Everything.

The weather.

The weather?

I was a highwayman

Along the coach roads I did ride

With sword and pistol by my side

Many a young maid lost her baubles

To my trade

Many a soldier shed his lifeblood

On my blade

The bastards hung me

In the spring of '25

But I am still alive

I was a sailor

I was born upon the tide

With the sea I did abide

I sailed a schooner

Round the Horn to Mexico

I went aloft and furled the mainsail

In a blow

And when the yards broke off

They said that I got killed

But I am living still

I was a dam builder

Across the river deep and wide

Where steel and water did collide

A place called Boulder

On the wild Colorado

I slipped and fell

Into the wet concrete below

They buried me in that great tomb

That knows no sound

But I am still around

I'll always be around

And around and around and around

And around

I'll fly a Starship

Across the universe divide

And when I reach the other side

I'll find a place to rest my spirit

If I can

Perhaps I may become

A highwayman again

Or I may simply be

A single drop of rain

But I will remain

And I'll be back again and again

And again and again and again

And again and again

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