Pure Magic: The Mother-Daughter Bond Page #5

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If you do know some things,

then why can't you just....

All right. Don't pull me to pieces.

I mean, you've asked for my advice,

and that's what I'm trying to give to you.

Hi.

Hi, cowboy.

Hello, cowgirl. Hello, May.

Hello.

-Are you hungry?

-Yeah, I'm hungry.

-No wine?

-No money.

-That's not an excuse.

-It's the only one I've got.

You know, everyone has their story, I guess.

Everyone wants to have their say,

or has to have their say.

I want to.

If you've not got that, you know,

you just go bonkers.

Anyway, it's self-expression and therapy

I'm into now.

You know, I think if I could combine that

with the kids at school...

I don't know, maybe....

I don't know, write some kind of

textbook thing, you know.

For teachers, like a guidebook,

kids with problems.

And that is something

I actually could usefully do.

-Everything all right?

-Yeah, fine.

It's good.

Is it?

I think it's the best thing I've read

that you've written.

-Really?

-Yeah.

You should read this out at the group.

I think they're gonna like it.

God, I'm so happy.

Thank you.

-Time for bed, Mother, I think, don't you?

-What?

Yes, sorry.

-Actually, I think I'll go out.

-What, now?

It's all right, I'm not frightened anymore.

-Where's she going?

-I don't know.

She's starting to get on my nerves, actually.

Right. Can you read my thing again?

-Again?

-Yeah.

I just need you to, sort of,

read it a second time.

...come round tomorrow?

I'll see you tomorrow?

Yeah, call me at Bobby's.

Love you.

-Hello, dear.

-Hiya.

That's cheered me up.

-Hey, May.

-Hello.

-What are we gonna have for lunch?

-I don't want lunch.

Take me upstairs.

Oh, God.

There you go. There, come on.

That's it. Come on.

That's it.

There you go.

Okay, all right.

I have never done this before.

-ls that good?

-Yeah.

-Up you get.

-What?

Up you get.

I'm not doing it again.

I haven't got the energy to do it again.

I am spent.

What are they?

I've no idea.

Found them in Helen's cupboard.

I've no idea.

Found them in Helen's cupboard.

Would you take anything?

-Why's that?

-I don't know.

I do love these afternoons.

The peace.

You know, my boy Nicky...

he is the most...

beautiful, sweetest, mad....

And you talk to me about Paula and....

I'm just making it up as I go along.

I don't know.

-What do you want, darling? Tell me.

-I don't know.

Six months away.

Six months away

just to think about everything...

and repair myself.

-Well, why can't you?

-Because I haven't got any money.

I work all the time,

but I just don't save anything.

It's ridiculous.

There's pubs I can't even go into...

because there's big blokes looking for me.

I'll pay for you.

To travel and live.

-Why would you do that?

-Well, I want to.

We could go together.

What a stupid idea.

No, it isn't.

Don't you feel terrible about all this?

No.

No, I don't give a f*** what people think.

Me, I just always end up in the sh*t anyway.

I haven't had enough sh*t in my life.

My husband always liked me being at home

looking after him.

And he hated me having friends,

so I didn't have any.

You always do what he said?

It was easier.

We didn't have that feminism then,

you know.

I guess some men

like their women depressed.

What? What did you say?

Some men, it just suits them

to have their woman unhappy.

You know, Bobby's like that.

What, they keep them that way,

is that what you're saying?

Lord, I never thought of that.

I spoke to Paula on the phone this morning.

She says you've got an admirer.

Yes, the old girl's suddenly in demand.

Would you mind?

You won't like anybody else more than me.

Why's that?

-You know why.

-No.

-But we'll see, won't we?

-You old tart.

I've never been called that before.

-Did you mean what you said before?

-Yes.

Hiya.

Hello.

Bloody hell.

-Come with us, have some beer.

-No, thank you.

We arranged to talk about Mother. Mom.

-Come on, I want it sorted out today.

-Yeah, all right.

-Save some of that for me.

-Yeah.

What's he been saying?

I don't know. At least it's coming along

a bit faster now.

I mean about me, not the f***ing floor.

How should I know,

I'm not the f***ing go-between.

I mean, how am I supposed to

show the house to buyers...

with the conservatory half-finished...

and him with his ass

hanging out of his trousers?

You're selling already?

I mean, you're mad.

-I haven't got any choice.

-Why?

Wretched cardigan shop's hemorrhaging

all my f***ing money.

And, of course, she insisted on opening it...

at precisely the worst possible moment

for me.

-I thought you were loaded.

-Yeah, so did l.

Well, no one seems to want

what I've got to offer at the moment.

-Poor little brother.

-Aren't you pleased?

-You've always been envious of me.

-I have not. That's rubbish.

It's not rubbish, it's true.

-That is utter crap and you know it.

-It's not.

-Have you actually looked at these?

-No.

-She's having him.

-Who?

Mom. Mother.

What are you talking about?

Don't be ridiculous.

No, look at these.

-Oh, my God, it's horrible.

-Jesus Christ.

I feel as if I've just had a very hot curry.

-F***ing hell, the old slapper.

-My God, it's disgusting.

No, I'm telling you this is fantasy.

She wouldn't do this.

Would she?

Oh, my God, if this is true...

your boyfriend's even more

of a f***-up than I thought.

No.

Listen to me, if she's been stupid, all right...

just don't hurt her, okay?

Hurt her?

You f***ing idiot.

-I'm off then.

-Right.

-Everything all right?

-Yeah.

-What?

-Nothing.

-I'm gonna go to the pub. You want a pint?

-No, I'm a bit busy.

I'll see you then.

Mother.

Mother.

Yes? What?

No, nothing.

What?

Oh, Paula.

What?

You'd be a fool to spend your life

beating your head against a brick wall.

Open your eyes. See what else is out there.

Why don't we all go out together sometime?

Who?

You, me, Bruce, and Darren.

No, I don't think so.

What are you doing tomorrow?

-This is lovely.

-Yes, it is, isn't it?

It is, yes.

-Eat something, Darren.

-I'm not hungry.

Don't you think

he should eat something, Mother?

He's a big lad.

So, when are you gonna finish my study?

When I've finished the conservatory.

I wouldn't worry about that.

They're selling up.

-What?

-Yeah. They're selling up. Didn't you know?

He wouldn't do that without telling me.

There's a lot of things people do

without telling each other.

Darren and I are moving further out

this year, getting a place.

Lovely.

What's wrong, Darren?

Why would he do that?

Why would he f***ing do that?

-ls he all right?

-Yeah, he's fine.

Why don't you come and see

my collection of first editions?

-That's very kind--

-Sounds like a good idea.

Why don't you do that?

And we'll see you later.

Why don't we go somewhere else?

Let's go to another pub.

You'd like a drink? Well, I've got the car.

Come on, everyone. I parked by the church.

I know what you're trying to do.

It's not far.

Come on, Mother, let's have some fun.

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