Rabbit Hole Page #6
like that!
- You should show a little f***ing respect!
- I gotta go.
You're an a**hole.
Wait! Wait, Jason! Wait a minute. I'm sorry!
I'm an a**hole.
Taz, stop it.
Taz! Taz!
Taz, stop it!
Buddy.
Why didn't you tell me?
Same reason you don't tell me
why you come home reeking of pot.
Does it ever go away?
No.
I don't think it does. Not for me,
it hasn't. It's going on 11 years.
It changes, though.
How?
I don't know.
The weight of it, I guess.
At some point, it becomes bearable.
It turns into something
that you can crawl out from under
and carry around like
a brick in your pocket.
And you even forget it for a while,
but then you reach in for whatever reason,
and there it is.
"Right. That."
Which can be awful.
But not all the time.
It's kind of...
Not that you like it, exactly, but it's
what you've got instead of your son.
So, you carry it around.
And it doesn't go away.
Which is...
Which is what?
Fine. Actually.
Hello?
Hi.
Hi, it's Howie.
Howie Corbett from group.
Hi, Howie.
There you go, boy.
- Hey.
- Hi.
You going to group?
- Yeah. You didn't want to go, did you?
- No.
...the president,
essentially, will get up.
What do you think?
Hi, it's Jason. Please
leave a message.
You find the house okay?
Howie?
I'm sorry.
Becca?
Becca?
Becca?
Becca?
God!
Sorry.
- What time is it?
- Almost 6:
00.And you're just getting home?
- So, how was it?
- It was okay.
- Well, you look nice.
- Thank you.
Is she your girlfriend?
No, she's just a friend.
- She's pretty.
- Yeah.
She is pretty.
I liked this so much.
- It's... Well, it's beautiful.
- Thank you. Thanks.
It reminded me of Eurydice and Orpheus.
Do you know that myth?
No.
Eurydice dies,
and Orpheus misses her so much
that he travels to Hades to retrieve her
and... Well, in the end, it doesn't work out.
I should read it.
So, is the scientist your dad?
- The scientist that the boy's looking for?
- No.
- Is it based on him?
- No, my dad was an English teacher.
It's just a story.
- I know. I was just...
- Reading into it.
- Do you think they're real?
- Parallel universes?
You know, if space is infinite,
then everything's possible.
So, somewhere out there, I'm what?
I'm making pancakes?
- Or I'm at a water park?
- Sure. Yeah.
- Yeah?
- Yeah, both. You know, whatever.
I think, you know,
it's the laws of probability.
There are tons of you's out there,
and there's tons of me's floating around.
Yeah. And this is just
the sad version of us.
Yeah, I guess.
But there's other versions,
and in these other versions,
- everything goes our way.
- Assuming you believe in science.
I like that thought. It's nice.
Somewhere out there
I'm having a good time.
I thought you'd left.
No, I didn't leave.
I was thinking we could invite
Rick and Debbie over for a cookout.
Well, she's never gonna call me.
She thinks I hate her, so...
I'll let her off the hook.
- A cookout?
- Be good to see the kids.
Have to...
Have to get something for Emily, though.
It was her birthday.
She turned four last week.
Right.
Okay.
- Danny's is coming up.
- I know.
- Yeah.
So, that kid,
Jason,
- did you tell him we didn't blame him?
- We don't blame him.
No, I know, but did you let him know that?
Yeah, I guess so.
That's good.
- You could talk to him if you want.
- I don't want to.
Okay.
It's so quiet.
Well, that's 'cause I slipped Taz
a couple of Ambien.
- Funny.
- You think I'm joking?
So, what're we gonna do?
About what?
I don't know.
I don't know. Just pick something.
Well,
Pick up Candy Land for Emily.
It's probably something she'd like.
Candy Land. Yeah.
And then what?
Then we wrap it.
And then
we have the cookout.
And they'll come over.
- Hi.
- Hi.
And we'll have a couple other people over,
so it's not too awkward for anyone.
Hi! Oh, my gosh. Look at you!
And then, to make them feel comfortable,
we'll ask a bunch of questions
about what the kids have been up to,
and we'll pretend we're really interested.
And then...
And then we'll wait for someone
to bring up Danny
while the kids are playing,
and maybe that will go
on for a little while.
And after that,
they'll go home.
And then what?
I don't know.
Something, though.
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