Spanglish Page #7

I just think it is important

we are each clear-headed.

It's very good.

You didn't ask why.

Keep things real, right?

I wouldn't have put it so well.

Let's get this going here.

Beautiful.

So, tell me again

why I can't call him on his cell again?

Besides that he turned it off?

- Yeah.

- Forty messages start to look needy.

- Mother, you're enjoying this.

- No.

Not in the way you think.

You are enjoying it? Jesus, Mother.

I am enjoying actually being of use

to my daughter.

I'm enjoying the fact that I really

know how to advise you...

and the miracle

that you are so deeply disoriented...

that you are gobbling up everything I say.

What?

There's something I want to say to you

about you and me.

- You don't have to.

- No, I want to.

- Okay?

- Thank you.

You were an alcoholic

and wildly promiscuous woman...

during my formative years,

so I'm in this fix because of you.

It is your fault.

I just needed that moment for us

to build on.

You have a solid point, dear.

But right now, the lessons of my life

are coming in handy for you.

That's it. That's it for you.

I keep thinking I should tell you

what happened to me tonight.

But I don't want to spoil this.

I will remember every taste forever.

I'm very glad you liked it.

It's something, watching you.

If it's anything at your end,

imagine over here.

Scratch that. The last thing you want to hear

is somebody going off on your looks.

Don't be crazy. Tell me every detail.

Okay, I will.

They should name a gender after you.

Looking at you doesn't do it.

Staring is the only way

that makes any sense.

And trying not to blink,

so you don't miss anything.

And all of that, and you're you.

I mean...

Look, forgive me.

It's just you are drop-dead, crazy gorgeous.

So much so that I'm actually considering

looking at you again...

before we finish up here.

Soon, please.

- I can't. We can't.

- I know.

We can't do anything that brings us

any kind of satisfaction or release.

But I'm still having a great time.

My mother has often referred

to that evening at the restaurant...

as the conversation of her life.

Ever since that night at the beach...

if I knew you were in a room,

I just wouldn't go in there.

When I hear you coming, I leave.

That's why we haven't

seen each other a lot lately.

Why is everything so damn confusing?

Is your mind racing, too?

I'd say my mind has evaporated.

Feels pretty good.

Like happy?

Like happy.

You think that will last?

- I was just kidding around.

- I understand what you mean.

I don't understand what I mean.

That it's getting late.

The responsibilities...

have entered your brain.

Don't hide that from me.

- Please.

- Yeah.

Thank you. You're right.

I won't. You're great.

You're great, too.

No.

There are some mistakes you cannot risk

when you have children.

Please.

- Are you ready to go?

- No! I'm not.

Stay put for a sec. Stay there.

Once our feet touch that floor,

I'm gonna get too many brain cells back.

Don't be in such a hurry.

That floor, it's going to eat us alive.

- I love you.

- What?

'Cause I've been...

Oh, God, it's him.

He's gotta tell me everything.

- No.

- Oh, yes.

No, wait.

Do you know that right now...

you are your own worst enemy?

That you can't trust

one thought in your brain?

Then trust me...

and only allow yourself

to say one thing to him.

One thing.

"I am so glad you're back."

- What?

- Yes.

But I have to know whether he touched her.

And where he touched her,

and how he touched her...

and how he felt afterwards,

whether they held hands...

when they left.

Just those words, if you want

to have a prayer of coming out of this.

- So now I...

- Go to him.

- Jesus, do I need a little makeup?

- You need a hose.

But you don't have the time.

It's fine that you look like that.

It's genuine. You can use genuine.

- Thank you, Mum.

- Oh, honey.

It's not the worst thing in the world

to find out that you love your husband.

It's late, Deborah.

I just wanted to say...

I can't sleep upstairs with you.

I just can't for now.

I'm just so glad you're back.

- I am.

- Yeah, okay.

Mum?

I'm done tonight, Deb.

I don't think we can jam anything else in.

It's me, Dad.

What's wrong, honey?

I just wanted to check

that you were back and okay.

I'm okay.

Because?

Mum was crying for six hours straight,

and Grandma was in with her...

all that time, mostly saying, "He'll be back."

I just hate that you had that kind of night.

It's good for me to worry about

something that really matters...

instead of the stupid stuff

that's usually on my mind.

Like?

Surviving?

What?

How did you come up with this?

You are fantastic, Bernie. I love you.

- I love you.

- I know.

I mean, not about me being fantastic.

But just...

- Sleep well.

- Wait. What?

Sweetheart.

Me, too.

Sing it for Grandma.

Hey, Mum. Is it okay

if we don't leave right away, please?

No.

Just let me explain, please.

No. We must say goodbye.

Bernice is going to let me use her computer.

This is for school.

- For school. Just listen to me.

- I don't work here anymore.

No, that's not fair.

You can't do this to me.

- Do I have to get out?

- No, Georgie. Stay.

I think you are a wonderful boy.

Be good, like you are.

Thanks. Thanks a lot.

- I can't believe you didn't get out.

- Flor said.

I don't want to get you wet.

- Get me wet.

- Thanks.

- You are a trip. You are.

- Thank you.

You are a beauty.

Come on.

Last chance to have some of you

rub off on me.

Listen, I'm sorry that you're sad,

but this could have been so much worse.

Why don't you run upstairs

and say goodbye to Deborah?

I'm coming.

- Thank you.

- You're welcome.

I live my life for myself.

You live your life for your daughter.

None of it works.

Thank you, Evelyn.

- We're leaving for good.

- It's okay.

- We're not coming back!

- It's okay.

We're still gonna see each other at school.

Come on.

I'm gonna keep my eye on you.

Come on. No, no.

I got some great things for you.

Want a computer?

I was waiting out here.

Can't give you guys a lift, huh?

God bless the guy who gets you.

- Let her keep them. Party favours.

- No.

Goodbye, Mr. Clasky.

I'm very sorry we won't be seeing

each other as frequently.

Yes.

Can I sleep at the Claskys'

when I stay late at school?

Shortly after we left...

my mother told me of another decision

she had reached.

I would no longer go to the private school.

No!

You can't do that to me!

You ruined everything.

This ruins my life! You've ruined everything!

I will never forgive you.

No, it'll never be all right. You're wrong.

This is exactly what I was worried about.

I will never be able to forgive you!

I have a scholarship!

And nobody gives this up!

The 1.3 miles from the Clasky house

to our bus stop...

was the longest walk I'll ever know.

I had publicly scorned my mother.

And yet she had not reacted.

What did spark our climactic moment...

was my use of a common American phrase.

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