Princess Cyd Page #4

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about it... to be honest.

- Can I tell you a secret?

- Yes, you may.

I... kinda wanna

have sex with Katie.

- What, is that weird?

- Not at all.

How do I do it?

How do you... do... Uh, don't ask me.

You have to google that.

Okay. Will do.

Yeah, your, your mom had a,

a little fling with a girl once.

- Really, she did?

- Yeah.

It was lovely.

Oh.

Oh, God. Oh, my God. Hi!

Hey, Ridley, I... I'm sorry. I... I

totally forgot that you were coming.

Do you want me to not...

No, no, no, no, you can do your thing.

Um, this is Cyd.

She's gonna be staying

a couple of weeks with me.

- Hey, Cyd.

- Hey.

This is Ridley.

He's the son of some very dear

friends of ours round the corner.

So, and he sometimes comes

to second Fridays.

Are you coming tonight?

- Sure am.

- Good.

Whose stuff is this?

- F***ing Tab moved in.

- Why?

- He lost his apartment I guess.

- Thanks.

Honestly, I don't have much.

Except for this one dress I used to

wear to church. You want to wear that?

No offense, it's a little...

- Yup, thought so.

- Sorry.

Um... dressywise I don't really

have anything else.

Except the tux I wore to prom.

Do you want to wear that?

- You ready?

- Yeah.

Oh, my God!

Hey, little lady,

what's your name?

Are you sure you don't

want to come to the party?

No, I'm good.

Can I call you later?

Please, please, pretty please.

- Ooh...

- Hello! Hello!

Oh, thank you so much

for bringing all that.

Yeah, no problem.

You look very nice.

Oh! Thank you. It's, um... It's

just this little... Thank you.

- Is there more outside?

- Yeah. Lots.

- Did you get some sun?

- What?

Um... uh, yeah, I, I, I,

I laid out with...

with Cyd in the grass and I,

I got some... I got some sun.

Hmm.

- Some music?

- Uh, yes, yes, yes, yes.

Where's Cyd?

She went to see a friend

about an outfit.

- A friend already?

- Uh-huh.

A friend friend?

Oh, wonderful

and how long were you there?

I had a week...

Relaxing.

Such a great time of the year...

You can go to Princeton.

Absolutely, yes.

I mean, I think that's wonderful.

We have these

East Coast connections...

- Hi.

- Hi.

- Is this okay?

- It's perfect.

It's amazing...

- Welcome.

- Thanks.

Come on, let me

introduce you to everyone.

- Oh, and this is my niece. This is Cyd.

- Hi.

Cyd, this is Ms. Evergreen,

Anthony's mom.

Hi, pleased to meet you.

- Welcome.

- Thank you.

- My friend Thompson.

- How're you doing? Good to meet you.

- He is also at the university with us.

- Okay.

- I'm Jack.

- Jack, pardon me.

- Hi.

- Of course, and this is his wife.

- Hi, Cyd.

- Hi.

And of course,

you remember Ridley from our...

- Yeah.

- Yeah.

- Nice tux.

- Thanks.

Okay.

I have an idea.

Need a little bit of color. I don't want

people to think you're the caterer.

I love it.

Thank you.

- You like it?

- I like it all. Charming.

- Thank you!

- Have you ever been in Chicago before?

No, it's my first time.

Oh, then we'll have to go to that city.

It's a beautiful city.

We were rivals. She was a prosecutor.

I was a DA.

That's so cool.

Oh, we should also add

that I was married.

Yes, so, in any case

we knew we had to wait

until one of us retired

so we could successfully

make a go at it.

- You worked on the same case?

- Cases.

That's incredible.

So you were both married to men?

Um, yes. I was a widow when we

met, I was a widow early on.

Bettie was married, got divorced later.

That's where he came from.

So you liked it and you didn't?

What, being married to men?

Are you asking if we like dick?

Um...

I did. She didn't.

I do.

Dick is not terrible, is it?

It's not terrible, it is like

the opposite of terrible.

So what are you into, hon?

Oh, um... I...

like... everything.

...and he goes outside

to go on his little date to the dance

and in two seconds,

he comes back in and he's like,

"Mama, her parents left.

We need a ride."

Right. I don't think

that's exactly what happened

but whatever.

Oh, shut up.

I drove you on all your dates.

Yes, you did and I love you, Mama.

Thank you.

I can drive you two,

if you wanna go somewhere.

Wow.

Where's J?

Thought he was coming home.

- He got himself a date.

- Really?

Uh-hmm.

- Some girl at work.

- Weird.

We were supposed to hang out.

How are you?

- Fine. How are you?

- I'm good.

I'm sorry for making fun of you in

front of your friend the other day,

when I like picked you up

and spun you around.

- So what are you up to tonight?

- Don't know.

Let me know if

you wanna hang out.

Uh... okay.

This is a story

about a woman who burnt

her own house down.

- Not true. Okay.

- No, sir. This is very true.

- Okay, okay.

- This is very, very true. 1968.

- Cincinnati, Ohio...

- Mmm, no, no, no cellphones.

Oh, sorry.

Sweet... sweet Cincinnati.

Dolores... mother of four, worked

for the Ohio insurance company.

Husband left her

for another woman.

Left her alone in that house

with four children.

Three boys, one girl.

One day,

someone knocks on her door.

She opens it to find a very nice

seeming young man standing there.

He is new to town. Works for the paper.

Looking to rent a place.

Money is tight for them, see?

So she moves into

her daughter's bedroom,

gives the nice young man

the nice room

just till he gets off

the ground here.

Good Christian man.

Not a concern in the world.

Couple of days later, she catches word

a woman in Columbus was murdered.

- Ooh.

- By a devil worshiper.

Woo!

- And he got away.

- Woo! Oh, dear.

Oh, don't worry.

I don't think it's true.

What... did you say?

I said, "Yeah, you know, I think

I read about that somewhere."

Damn right.

Is she okay?

Yeah, she's, uh, just pregnant

so she's really sensitive.

- Whoa! Hey! Congratulations!

- Congratulations!

No! No...

- I didn't. It just came out.

- Bravo.

Congratulations.

- Should we tell them what it's gonna be?

- No! Zip it!

"There's a certain

slant of light,

winter afternoons,

that oppresses,

like the heft

of cathedral tunes...

Heavenly hurt, it gives us.

We can find no scar,

but internal difference,

where the meanings are.

None may teach it, any.

'Tis the seal despair,

an imperial affliction

sent us of the Air...

When it comes, the landscape listens...

Shadows hold their breath

When it goes, tis like the

distance on the look of death.

- Emily Dickinson.

- Yeah.

I have... a memory, an impression

when I read this poem.

Did you ever get the feeling

when you were a child

the end of August when the first

little chill comes in the evening,

and you're thinking, "School starts"?

End of summer blues.

"Behind what we think of

as the Russian menace

lies what we do not wish to face

when they regard a negro.

Reality, the fact that life

is tragic.

Life is tragic simply because

the earth turns

and the sun inexorably

rises and sets,

and one day, for each of us,

the sun will go down

for the last, last time.

Perhaps the whole root of our

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