Riding in Cars with Boys Page #7

- Amelia, wait.

I'll call you when my flight gets in.

I love you so much.

Sorry.

Jason, are you coming?

Do my grocery shopping,

and I'll pay you.

- Every station's in color.

- Who'd you steal it f rom?

I bought it.

I was wondering

if we could be alone for a minute.

Alone is an unknown dimension to me.

Talk.

I know I'm not

your favorite person in the world.

But I'd like to help.

Ray was a good f riend.

I'd like to offer you a job.

$200 an hour to use your stove.

Goodbye, Lizzard.

Take the TV.

No. It's a gift for me.

Isn't it?

Yes, it is.

It's a gift. For him.

- We need to have a family talk.

- It's not your fault.

You handle a kid by

taking things away.

But he doesn't have anything

to take away. Now he does.

I'll just wait here.

It's not fair, Ma!

I'm the only kid

without a color TV.

Well, I'm the only mother

who wears ripped pantyhose.

I'm the only kid I know

who wears ripped socks!

I'm the only mother

whose shoes talk to people!

And I do everything here!

I have to shop, cook, clean

and do the laundry!

I never get to play!

Yeah? Neither do I!

I go to night school.

When you work a double shift, I use

the spare time to sleep and bathe.

- We're a team, right?

- No!

You're supposed to be the mother!

I'm supposed to be the kid!

Yeah.

- Let us in! Amelia's f reezing!

- I'm not cold.

My father wrote me again.

He put in another picture

of his wife.

He wants me

to call her Mother Monsoon.

I wrote back saying, 'She's not my

mother. Only my mother's my mother.'

I hate him.

Come on, Amelia.

Don't cry.

At least your father writes.

He thinks about you.

I'll tell you this much.

Wherever my dad is,

I'd rather be there than out here.

We've got to focus.

This will get all of us out of here.

And I won't have to ask

my parents for money. Okay?

When we move to New York,

I'll find the richest guy.

We'll live in a penthouse.

You'll be a famous author,

and we'll have book-signing parties.

- Hey.

- Hey, Grandpa.

Your grandma wanted me to bring this.

You need it. Give me a kiss.

You're so big.

Your mom care you're throwing snow

at the house?

Our mothers went to the store.

They won't be back for a long time.

Is that so?

Don't break any windows.

It's your turn to pick a night

to stay over, huh? Button up.

Grandpa?

Mom's inside drying weed.

Oh, boy.

These kids got small voices, huh?

- What do you think of that?

- I didn't hear a thing. Let's go.

Leo, come on.

Hasek. You made bail.

The kid's out,

they're in business in a day.

Go to Main Street. You know the old

brick building? He's chopping cars.

- Can you fix this?

- Sure.

How did they know?

I won't ever tell you told.

If there's anyone in the world

you can trust, it's me.

- Thanks.

- You're welcome.

They took it all. All the money

I was saving to get to New York. Gone.

They didn't take it.

I used it to bail you out.

Why didn't you borrow it

f rom your parents?

My parents wouldn't bail me out!

Did you want me to leave you there?

- No. Who bailed you out?

- Dennis.

- I thought he wasn't talking to you.

- Yeah, well...

...he rode into town on his big

white horse to save the family name.

But I had to make him a deal.

What kind of deal?

Since my parents

are kicking me out...

...he wants to bring me and Amelia

to Arizona with him.

He said he'll cover my rent

and food and anything I want.

- lf I don't...

- lf you don't what?

If I don't see you anymore.

But I'm gonna tell him

no way tomorrow.

I'II...

They like to hug a lot.

They'll never keep us apart.

I'll call you as soon as I get there.

I love you.

Come on, Amelia.

We got to go now.

Bye.

Bye, Jason.

Jason, get in the car.

- Would you go, Dennis?

- All right.

Dennis, drive caref ully.

If I told you something important,

you promise not to get mad?

Tell me. What?

You got to swear not to get mad,

or else I'm not going to tell you.

Fine. I swear.

I told Grandpa.

You told Grandpa what?

I told him you were inside

drying weed.

You what?

- Why would you do that? Why?

- I don't know.

You don't destroy everybody's life

and then say, 'I don't know.' Why?

I was gonna use that money

to get us out of here.

Do you understand?

You just ruined our lives!

That's not what you say

when someone tells the truth.

And the worst thing of all is

Fay is gone. Because of you.

I have no one.

Some things never change.

Like me being confused about

everything ex cept what she's feeling.

We must be getting close.

This is where he lives.

She won't admit it,

but she's scared about seeing Ray.

Are you sure you'll be okay

seeing him?

Sure.

You can wait in the car if you want.

I completely understand.

I'm fine.

Coming! Just a second!

I'll get my robe on!

- Does Raymond Hasek live here?

- And you are?

Beverly.

- It's for you. Get up!

- Hold on, I'm coming.

Come on in. He's indisposed.

You might as well come in.

Thank you.

Sorry, we weren't expecting company.

- You've got cool stuff.

- I collect things.

Is it hunting season?

That's the firing range.

You into that?

Some people...

Ray!

Just a sec.

Ray, it's me.

Beverly.

Bev! Hey!

Hey, Bev. It's me, Ray.

I never thought of you as being older.

Beverly, this is Shirley.

Shirley, this is my first wife.

Hello.

Charmed.

Hey, man.

Ray, this is your son, Jason.

I wouldn't have known you.

Hey, thanks.

Hey, you wanna sit down?

Come on.

Clear off the thing.

Have a seat.

Right there is good.

Something to drink?

- Something to drink?

- We don't have anything.

Get them an orange thing.

A moment alone, Ray?

- Kool-Aid?

- You want to...

- I'm not going anywhere.

- Yeah. Thanks.

Right.

Let me lay this out.

I've been making my living working

at a small newspaper in New York.

But at night, for 6 years...

...l've been writing a book.

- Four years.

You started the book

when I turned 16.

It was my birthday present.

That was four years ago.

- Fine, four years. Happy?

- Just give it to him right.

Kool-Aid.

Enjoy.

- I finished the book.

- Really? That's great.

And they want to publish it.

You know this is huge for me.

It's what I've wanted

for as long as I can remember.

But it's a small publishing house.

Since you're in so much of it,

they wanna be caref ul about lawsuits.

There's a lot about you and drugs and

illegal acts. It's not flattering.

Anyway...

...what I'm getting at is...

...they need you

to sign this release...

...or they can't risk publishing it.

I get it.

Ex cuse me.

Ex cuse me, Ray.

Honey, stop.

- Give me that.

- She has to pay you.

- You're in her book. She'll get rich.

- What are you talking about?

- I'm asking how much we get.

- I don't...

- Why are you starting?

- $100, 000.

What?!

- Did I ever ask for child support?

- Get out.

- Hey, come on.

- Come back when you got money.

- Calm down.

- I'm not leaving.

- Just get up.

- We can't leave.

I'm the one busting my ass

to get us out of here!

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