Rabbit Hole Page #5

- God, no note or...

- No. God, there was a note. Well, not...

Not a note so much as a manifesto

on all the ways

that we were destroying each other.

I'm sorry.

I mean, this is how it

generally goes, right?

It changes you. It literally changes people.

You know,

a part of me thinks it was inevitable.

I love my wife.

Of course you do.

I love her very much.

Okay.

I... I think you're right. We should maybe

look into selling the house.

It's probably for the best.

Okay.

Don't do that. Quick as a Band-Aid

or we'll never get through this. Here.

Hi, kids.

Welcome to the light-up alphabet apple.

- Hi, kids...

- I don't know how to turn it off.

Only people without children

give gifts like this.

- Come on. Come on. Goodbye.

- Goodbye.

I hope you'll visit again soon.

- So, have you heard from Debbie yet?

- Nope.

That's too bad.

Although, it can be worse the other way.

You know, I remember when Arthur died...

You can say his name.

- Can I?

- Yes.

You know, I don't know your rules.

I don't want to get scolded again.

You can talk about Arthur.

I just don't like the comparisons.

Okay.

- So, how's it worse?

- You remember Maureen Bailey?

Yeah.

Well, I couldn't get rid of her

after your brother passed away.

- She was always at the house.

- Yeah, I remember that.

Yeah, well, you know,

I never had a moment to myself,

so finally,

in the middle of coffee one afternoon,

I said, "Maureen, why are you always here?"

- And what'd she say?

- She said,

"I want to be there, Nat.

I want to share in your grief."

And I said, "Well, it's not working.

"You plant your fat ass in that chair

every fricking day."

You did not say that!

- I did.

- Mom!

- I did say that.

- You said "fat ass"?

She sucks up all my coffee.

"And I don't see you leaving with any

of this alleged grief you're sharing.

"In fact, the only thing you do take out

of here are my cinnamon buns."

- So I never saw her again, obviously.

- Oh, my God, I can't believe you said that.

I feel guilty now.

- You do not.

- I do.

You're right. I... I don't miss her at all.

Okay, moving right along.

That takes care of Taz.

The old apple pie trick, eh?

For the open house.

Warm baked goods make it feel homier.

No, I'm just... I'm just making a pie.

I thought you were doing it

for the open house.

- So... Now. Now, you're not going to stay?

- God, no. No, no. You shouldn't either.

You shouldn't.

Come on.

Becca, I'm not going to bother anyone.

So we have the garbage cans in the back,

the sign out front, I mowed the lawn.

I thought we'd set the sign-in sheet here.

We can move through the living room.

That's fine.

Now, my wife's gonna hide out, but I'll

stick around, if that's okay with you.

Sure. However you want to do it.

- Okay. Perfect.

- Okay.

- Bye, babe.

- Bye.

Think that's everything.

I know, it's just gorgeous...

Southern-western exposures. Sun all day.

- Why don't we take a look upstairs?

- That's a great idea. I'll show you.

- Good. Cool.

- Follow me.

- Come on, honey.

- It's on 3/4 of an acre,

which is the largest

lot in the neighborhood.

We can start with the master bedroom

if you want to see that.

Wait. What's in here?

Well... This is... This is...

This would be a good room

for the little guy, obviously.

How about that, buddy? You like this room?

- Careful with that.

- Sweetheart. That's not our stuff.

- Thank you.

- So, how old's your son?

This is your son's room, I assume?

It... It was. It was his room.

But he died, my son. He died.

There was a car right out front.

- Oh, my God.

- I'm...

- I'm so sorry.

- Thank you.

This must be so difficult for you.

It's... It's pretty weird.

It's funny because I still...

I forget that he's not here sometimes.

Like maybe he's just hiding under the bed,

he's gonna pop out like he used to do.

But...

I still feel him here.

- Would you like to see the master bedroom?

- Yeah. Okay, come on.

Yeah. Sure, I'll be there.

- Who's that?

- Becca. She wants to hang out.

- This was a good idea.

- It's nice, right?

God, you're starting to show so early.

I know. I feel like a big old balloon.

I swear, once this kid is born,

I'm going right to the gym.

While Mom watches the baby.

What does that mean,

"While Mom watches the baby"?

While you're at the gym,

Mom can watch the baby. She loves that.

Auggie could watch the baby.

He works at night, so he'll be home.

Okay. Auggie then.

I resent the feeling that I get from you

that I don't deserve this baby.

Or that I'm not mature enough

or smart enough to take care of it.

I mean, my God, if Mom could do it,

how hard could it be?

- This all right?

- Yeah. It's fine.

I've just got to pick up a few things

and then we can do lunch.

- Okay. Yeah.

- They're made of strawberries.

Mommy, please,

can I have some Fruit Roll-Ups?

- No, Sammy. You know the answer.

- Please?

- Can I have some, please?

- Sammy, no.

I want the Fruit Roll-Ups.

- Not happening.

- Please, I'll be good.

- Stop it.

- Please.

- No. You're not gonna get them.

- I promise.

You know what? It's only three bucks.

Why don't you give him the Roll-Ups?

Not that it's any of your business,

but we don't allow candy in our house,

and my son knows that.

Come on, it's just fruit.

Why don't you give him the treat?

Are you a mom?

Yeah, I didn't think so. Excuse me.

Go to the car. Becca, go to the car.

Sammy, it's okay.

She just lost her son eight months ago,

and she's not feeling really very well.

- I'm so sorry...

- I don't care.

Mommy's okay.

- Hey-hey.

- Hey.

Fun day out?

- How'd it go here?

- Not so good. Not so good.

I think we need to clean out that room.

Okay.

Maybe make it into a guest room

or something.

Don't get any ideas.

Jesus.

Hello.

The door was wide open, so...

- And I knocked, but...

- Taz, shut up!

I saw the sign out front,

so I thought it'd be okay to...

- Looking to buy a house?

- Howie.

No.

No, I just came to give you this.

I said I'd let you read it

when it was done, so...

What is this?

Thank you.

We bumped into each other in the...

In the library.

And... And we decided to meet.

You decided to meet?

Yeah. Couple of times.

Okay.

- Sorry. I didn't realize that you...

- It's...

- Did you meet here?

- No. No. We met in the park.

You met in the park.

Yeah.

So, my wife

agrees to meet you in a public place,

and you...

And you what? You apologize?

- I guess.

- You guess? Okay.

- Okay. Okay. You apologize and...

- Come on, Howie, that's enough now.

- And then what?

- That's enough.

- Look at me.

- Howie. That is enough.

- What is that?

- It's a comic book.

It's a comic book? A comic book.

Did she tell you to bring it here?

- No, she didn't.

- No, she didn't,

because this is our house!

And just because there's a sign out front

doesn't mean that you can pop in!

- Howie, all right. All right. - And you

just don't... No, it's not all right!

You just don't walk into somebody's home

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