Spanglish Page #6

What did we get her?

Wait.

- Here it comes.

- Hold on.

It's from all of us. Your mum, too.

It's not from me.

Let's get going. Don't be late. Come on.

Thank you so much for this opportunity.

And everything.

Have a great year, girls.

This is so great.

Left.

No left.

You're fast. Better pace yourself.

You know, I ran college track. Watch out.

Look, they're delivering my table.

See you.

I love you for trying!

When people exist under one roof,

a tiny society forms...

the stuff of novellas...

masters and servants

unconsciously dancing in lock step...

so that when things go wrong...

traumas converge.

At Mrs. Clasky's urging, I had invited

two of my friends to her house...

though I was expected at home.

Monica had finally managed

to get her mother here from Mexico...

and my mother was making a party.

Flor? Deb.

Sorry to call you so late.

But the girls are still studying

and I gotta go out.

I know I promised to get her back...

so if you want me

to cut off the schoolwork...

that's fine, whatever you want.

Let me think.

Okay, you think about it.

Hey, listen, Flor, if you're tired...

or you want to play, just...

let her sleep here tonight.

I'll get her back to you in the morning.

You think about it. Call me back. Bye.

Wait. I need to talk to you privately, honey.

"Honey"? No, Mother. I can't right now.

I'm really late.

I've been looking all over for you.

Will you keep an eye on the kids?

You've my secret cell number.

Just give me a moment to talk here.

- What is it, are you buzzed?

- No. I gave up drinking weeks ago.

Yes. Nobody noticed.

Which shows I probably conducted myself

pretty well as a drunk.

But duty called, and I'm sober...

so, may I say just one thing?

- Yes, Mother, one thing. Go ahead.

- Thank you.

Deborah, you are going to lose

your husband...

if you don't stop what you are doing.

And you will never find someone as good.

There'll only be men who

you know are cheap and shallow...

and have no real warmth in their souls.

You may have gotten by

on those surfaces once but now...

you have been spoiled by a good man.

If you do not act quickly...

you will soon cement an awful fate

for yourself...

a life with no hope of repair...

which has already

begun to turn desperate and dumb.

That's it. Drive carefully.

Out of coffee. It's over for me.

You've done it again, Mother.

Made me hate myself.

One of the things that I can count on.

Honey, lately your low self-esteem

is just good common sense.

Better wait a minute.

- What the hell is wrong?

- Nothing.

Can I urge you, in all hopelessness,

not to go in there?

- Where are you?

- Over here.

Baby, what?

Just stay there, John.

What?

I suddenly get what I gotta do,

but I just gotta get up the guts.

Is it absolutely necessary

to make it this scary?

Can you just say it?

It's not so easy.

Yeah. Come on, it's me. We can talk.

- Do I ever hope so.

- All right. Don't cry.

Or cry. I'm sorry.

Come on. What is it?

I've been seeing another man

for the last 11 weeks.

It was nothing and I ended it tonight.

At first it was just keeping an eye

on the real estate market, and then it was...

me being insecure and

searching for some ridiculous validation.

Hold on.

I'm missing what you're saying.

You can't keep talking...

and expect me to follow it

when you start the way you did.

Just what did you hear?

There was a crack in the planet.

That was noisy.

There's an actual noise in my head.

No kidding.

I met him...

If you talk that fast, I'm not gonna hear you.

There's a lot going through my mind

right now.

Have you said, yet,

whether you slept with him?

No, so far I've just been talking

about a flirtation. It's really...

Have you said whether you had sex

with another person?

Because I really am missing your words,

so help me out here.

I've been trying to explain

that for the first ten weeks...

You still haven't said yet, right?

- Is this your way...

- Yes. This is my way!

This is my way of asking you

whether or not you...

Once I ask it...

Just give me a second.

I'm trying to figure out

if there's a way to avoid knowing.

No. Damn it.

There's not.

Okay, you're on.

- Real short answer. Have you had...

- Yes.

Really?

I made up my mind that I was gonna answer

every question you had.

I'll answer everything, and anything,

and more.

What other questions could there be?

Are you really that much nicer than me?

You don't set the bar real high.

John, just wait, please.

I think that if you listen

to exactly what happened...

and then you could do

whatever you need to.

Just please let me tell you everything.

It's just Flor.

Flor, what are you doing here?

I want my daughter.

I want to talk to Mrs. Clasky.

I want to quit.

I don't think you can do

any of that right now.

I gotta.

The reason I took this chance in telling

is that I want us to be good.

I want us to be close.

I want to feel like you're not nuts

to be in love with me.

So what I think we should do

is that I think we should just talk.

Talk until we pass out.

Talk until we are so sick of each other

that there's nothing left to do...

but take that first step out of hell.

So let's not leave this room

until you've heard...

and said everything, okay? Please say okay.

I'm sorry. What?

John? You didn't hear me?

I gotta get out of here and you keep talking.

Stay put.

I don't think you want to wake her up...

when you're feeling this upset

and the others are right there, too.

What're you doing? Where're you going?

I am leaving. I have finally...

Me, too. I'll drive you.

- No.

- It's okay. I don't mind.

If you truly don't know why I say no...

- let me at last say the reason.

- Don't worry about it.

Have you no idea that I...

I've really gotta get out of here. Right now.

Go.

Goodbye, Chum.

- Goodbye.

- Wait. I'm taking you.

No. Why?

Because, if I don't, I'll worry about you

all night long. I can't handle that now.

Come on. Get in the car.

John!

- I quit this job.

- I quit this job!

I think I meant that for someone else.

I'm sorry.

- Sorry. Very sorry.

- There is the bus stop.

- Bye.

- Wait, don't go!

Would you be willing to

hang out with me for a while?

- You want to hang out with me?

- Yes.

- Then I have to ask you...

- What?

What does "hang out" mean?

It means...

visit.

Okay.

I've never seen your place.

Very perfect.

I'm gonna cook for you.

Please.

I am glad to visit with you.

If I just left the job...

and never spoke with you...

it would have been...

sin.

You understand?

Yeah.

My hand is the only sane part of my body.

Every other part wants to jump off a cliff.

That's it for now.

I already broke my record for smooth.

- I don't understand.

- It's me. I'm not making any sense.

But I can get you fed.

- You want a drink?

- No.

Wait. I don't think you should, either.

Then, excuse me, because...

if I had the equipment,

I think I'd inject the vodka.

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