The Boy Who Could Fly Page #2

There's furniture with edges on it.

This place is not safe for him.

His place is here. ln his own home...

-with his own family!

-Stop it!

What's going on?

l don't know, Mom.

He's going to hurt himself on this.

l told you that.

That's why he has the straitjacket.

We really shouldn't be doing this.

lt's none of our business.

Take that damn straitjacket off him!

Come into the hall.

l'll show you what l've got.

lt is not a question of safety.

lt is a question of caring!

Allen!

He's okay there. He won't fall, believe me.

Christ!

He's going to hurt himself.

He needs constant supervision and care.

He needs somebody watching him

24 hours a day.

-Bedtime.

-Okay.

We have no alternative

but to place him in the institute.

We're going to have

a coed volleyball game.

Dexter, set up over here, please.

Scott, the other court.

Quickly.

Quickly, quickly!

Come on.

Thanks.

-So what do you think?

-Oh, my God.

-What did you do to get that, Mona?

-l accepted his invitation to the fair...

-and he was overwhelmed with passion.

-The fair's over two months away.

You'd better start whipping your ass

around campus now...

-or you'll wind up going with Eric there.

-You can fly to the fair with him.

Okay, girls. Cut the crap and warm up.

Will anybody volunteer

to warm up with Eric?

Anyone?

Come on.

l'll do it.

Thank you, Milly.

Remember, he won't catch the ball

when you throw it to him.

-So just be gentle, but be persistent.

-Okay.

Thanks.

Okay, everybody.

Let's see some warm-ups!

Lauren, you take the ball out.

lt's your turn to serve.

Hi, Eric.

Want to catch the ball?

Eric?

Hello?

Okay. l'll roll it to you,

and you catch it, okay?

Eric...

you can do it.

You've just got to try.

''Your son refuses to join

in classroom activities.''

l'm not going to sing. No way!

''lf his behavior does not improve...

''we'll have to have a conference

with the principal.''

Louis, how can you do this?

This is the first week.

You sign it.

You can do Mom's signature great.

''PS:
Toy guns, knives, grenades

and flame throwers...

-''are not allowed on the school premises.''

-Don't show it to Mom.

l'll think about it.

Louis, could you get the dog?

Sure. Come on, Max. Come on, boy.

-l think l'm going to vacuum my room.

-Sounds good.

Yeah, l'll vacuum my room.

Mom will love it.

God.

Eric.

How'd you get in here?

Milly!

Milly, come quick.

The vacuum cleaner's eating my shirt!

Thanks.

What do you know about Eric?

Have you ever seen him

do anything weird?

-That is all l've ever seen him do.

-No, l mean really weird.

Dinky Patterson told me

something weird about him once.

Who's Dinky Patterson?

Dinky lived here before you,

had your room.

Dinky used to get really annoyed

with Eric climbing outside his window.

So he took his BB gun,

stuffed the barrel with wet Kleenex...

-and started shooting at Eric.

-That's sweet.

He said he kept it up for about an hour.

But Eric wouldn't budge, so he gave up.

Here's the weird part.

The next day,

Dinky's looking around for his BB gun.

You know where he said he found it?

See that telephone pole?

Dinky said it was up there,

up on top of that box.

That, somehow, Eric put it there.

Of course,

Dinky was the biggest liar l ever knew.

-lt probably never happened.

-Probably.

What happened to Dinky?

Why did he move?

His dad got some hotshot job in Atlanta.

Took the whole family.

So, where's your dad?

He died.

What of?.

Cancer.

Everyone in my family dies of cancer.

My grandmother had stomach cancer.

She lost 300 pounds before she died.

Never looked better in her life.

What kind did your dad have?

-l don't know.

-They didn't tell you.

They never tell the kids.

-Did it take a long time?

-Can we drop the subject?

-Sure.

-Thanks.

What were we talking about?

Eric?

Eric, get away from the edge!

What are we doing?

Hey, wait a minute!

Why are we doing this?

l don't think we should be doing this.

Get your mother, Louis!

Are you sure you want to do this?

This may not be too good of an idea.

Milly? Hello?

Mom, come quick! Emergency situation!

Milly, careful.

Milly!

l'm okay, Mom. Come on, Eric.

Honey, be careful.

-No problem, Mom.

-Where are you taking him?

There's a window over here. We're okay.

Mil?

You okay?

Milly?

-We're fine, you guys.

-All right! Way to go!

-You coming down?

-Yeah. Just a sec.

Eric...

you're safer out on the windowsill,

so don't go on the roof again, okay?

Something tells me

you know what l'm saying.

You're just not letting on.

'Bye, Eric. You stay here.

Don't shake the floor, please.

There we go.

You see, you can't start on a bottle

until the cork lands on its feet.

lt's very frustrating

when it takes a long time.

On the other hand, it's quite delightful

when it happens on the first toss.

Care for a drink?

No. No, thank you.

-Are you calling me a drunk?

-No.

Why not?

Well, because it wouldn't be polite.

Polite.

Well, it's more polite to be called a drunk

than a madman.

Wouldn't you agree?

Yeah, l guess so.

There you go.

l do believe we haven't met.

My name's Hugo Gibb.

l'm Milly Michaelson. l live next door.

Eric was out on the roof,

so l helped him back inside.

What on earth possessed you to do that?

l was afraid he would fall and get hurt.

Afraid he would fall?

Would you be afraid of a balloon falling?

Or a bubble dropping?

Or a feather fluttering to the ground?

No.

There you go.

lt's past your bedtime, Louis,

so make it quick.

Well, it was weird, that's all.

First your story about Eric and the BB gun.

Then Uncle Hugo telling me

how Eric can't fall.

That's because Uncle Hugo

does enough falling for the both of them.

l hate people who can't hold their liquor.

Your mom's out for the evening.

l have an idea.

Banana.

Nectarine.

Rum.

Will you give me

some of that Tanqueray over there?

l don't know about this. lf my mom knew--

Would you stop with ''if my mom knew''?

lf l did everything my mom said,

l'd be a nun. You're 14 years old. Live.

Okay.

-This looks, like, really disgusting.

-lt's like strawberries with a little....

Hey, to Uncle Hugo.

Look at him.

-Scary face.

-Yeah, very scary.

Give up, John. Admit who you are.

What?

Change the channel.

No.

This is romantic.

lf Eric wasn't the way he is...

would you...

consider him handsome?

l guess he'd be okay

if he didn't have the brains of a goldfish.

-Geneva!

-What is it with you and Eric?

That's all you ever talk about.

You can't be in love with a retard.

lt's just not done.

Well, what if he's fooling?

What if...

a bad witch...

put an evil spell on Eric...

and all he needs...

is the kiss of a young maiden...

to turn him back into a prince?

That's beautiful.

'Bye, Geneva!

-'Bye, Milly!

-l love Geneva.

-l love you, too, Ma.

-Yeah, l know.

l love...

all the people...

in all the world.

l even love Louis tonight.

Are you mad at me, Mom?

No, l'll be mad at you in the morning

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