The Cake Eaters Page #2
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To coming home.
What's going on, ladies?
How you doing?
Ladies, what'll you have?
I got to pee.
yeah?
Hey.
It's okay.
Do you want
to shoot some pool, Dad?
No, thanks.
Why don't I play some music?
Make it music.
Hey, guy.
# I heard your mockingbird
don't sing #
Stacy.
I thought
you were in New York.
I was.
Yeah.
How'd it go down there?
Ah, it went, uh,
pretty fast
and pretty slow.
Right.
Stacy, you seen, um...
uh, Stephanie lately?
Sure.
She cuts my hair.
Ah, come on.
# Happening #
# it doesn't seem
you want to be my friend #
# why don't you open up
and let me in right now? #
# all for the best #
# I'm just doing my best #
# and I don't know
what I'm doing it for #
# I will knock on your door #
Where's brother?
Mm-mm.
Steph.
You scared the sh*t out of me.
I'm sorry.
I'm... I'm sorry.
What are you doing here?
Huh?
Aren't you gonna ask me in?
No.
Why not?
Because I don't want to.
You're my friend.
- No, no.
No, you don't get to f...
I want to be with you.
You don't get
to just say that to me
after three years.
I know that I f***ed up.
- And I meant it.
And then you took off
without even saying good-bye.
I'm here now.
I'm...
good for you.
Okay, now, honey,
imagine the organs
in your body floating
in the different colors
I project on you, okay?
Green is the alchemy
of consciousness,
with its spiraling energy
and DNA.
Purple opens
the body's energies.
Yellow strengthens the nerves
and the brain.
It's a little bright, Mom.
It has to be
to have healing energy.
Silver removes diseases.
Beagle.
Sh*t.
Wh...
Hi.
Are you expecting someone?
I'm sorry.
Come in.
Your name is Beagle?
Yeah.
Judd.
- Hey, nice to meet you.
Yeah.
Hi.
to come over
and take dictation for her.
I'm a little bit late, though.
Well, um, we're in the middle
of a treatment, so...
oh.
We're just finishing up,
though.
It's okay.
But gold
is the most important one.
if you skip the gold.
Mom, it's getting late.
I got to get my homework done.
Hey.
You don't go to Lincoln,
do you?
Uh, no.
I work there.
Well, we've met
all of Georgia's teachers.
We've never met you before.
Yeah, I'm not a...
I-I'm more like a temp.
Oh. What subject?
Well, what difference
does it make?
It's dictation.
Come on.
Beagle,
why don't you help?
We'll be right down here
if you need us.
I got it.
There you go.
Close the door.
Okay.
Cool room.
Thanks.
Come here.
Okay.
Is that your, uh, homework?
Yeah.
Okay, just read it.
Okay.
"What American poet wrote,
'hope is not found in a way out
but a way through'?"
Robert Frost.
"What poet wrote,
'hope is thing with feathers.
"'It perches in the soul
"'and sings the tune
without the words
Emily Dickinson.
"What famous poem did
Welsh writer Dylan Thomas pen?"
Do not go gentle
into that good night.
Okay.
What?
You can kiss me
if you want to.
Okay. Felt.
Gonna have
Nobody made any money today,
so let's just take
a second look.
Aha.
Whoa. What's up?
Oh, what the hell?
Coming, coming.
Why, easy.
What a surprise.
Mm-hmm.
- Mm-hmm.
Mmm.
You started without me.
Hey, there's always something
to celebrate in my family.
How about celebrating this
in there?
Let's go.
- Ooh, ooh.
Straight ahead, now.
- Mmm.
You want to be helpful?
- Mm.
Slice up a couple
Sir, yes, sir.
Ooh-ooh.
Can we have some
of those twice-baked potatoes?
Really?
- Mm.
You want to wait that long
for them to bake...
twice?
Once is fine.
Twice might kill me.
I don't think so.
Hey, ease.
- Hmm?
I want to ask you something.
Did you notice anything funny
about the way your son
was looking at my Georgia today?
Beagle?
No, ma'am.
That's just Beagle.
He's got absolutely no game
in that area, trust me.
Georgia.
It's time for your friend
to go home.
Oh, sh*t.
Come back tomorrow.
Yeah?
Yeah, we can go somewhere.
Okay.
Honey, wrap it up.
I'll see you tomorrow.
- Great.
Bye.
Now, I'll be sure
and call the school on Monday
and let them know what
a hardworking teacher they have
that comes
to his student's house
on a Saturday night
when he could be out
with some friends his own age.
Okay, bye.
Good night.
Hey. Morning, Buddy.
Morning.
# The world's locked up
in your head #
# you've been pouring it
a concrete bed #
# you don't realize
you're fried #
# to find someone
you love #
# you got to be someone
you love #
# to find someone
you love #
# you got to be someone
you love #
What do I smell?
I smell eggs.
Eggies!
Eggs,
my favorite thing.
And you know what?
You know
this man right here,
he will not allow me
to eat one egg.
It's because you're supposed
to be watching your cholesterol.
To cholesterol.
What have I got this morning?
My two boys in the same room
with me.
I'm eating eggs, Bud.
You gonna be able
to stick around for a while?
Yeah. I-I-I don't know.
I, um...
I'm kind of in between gigs.
Music thing's
not really working out.
Didn't you just tell us
that you made a record?
And we still got
to pay for it.
I think we sold,
like, 13 copies,
Come on, you could...
I'm thinking
about bartending again, I guess.
You... you can always help out
in the shop.
Right.
Oh, no.
I don't believe it.
- What's wrong?
No, I don't...
oh, my God.
What?
"Dear Miss Kaminski,
"we would be delighted
to publish your continued work
"on the Georgia
still life series,
"and you have been chosen
as the aperture foundation
portfolio pick."
That's me.
Are you serious?
- Yes.
That's incredible, baby.
That's what you wanted.
Yes, it is.
- Good.
Congratulations.
You hear that, Georgia?
That's awesome, Mom.
It is, isn't it?
Oh, baby,
just think.
Someday your images
next to Sally Mann.
No, your image is.
No, god gave me
such a beautiful daughter,
and I want to show the world
how special you are.
Mama, do I have
to do this today?
I just really
don't feel like it.
Why not?
I love your photos.
It's not that. I just...
well, let's just get you
into this and take some...
baby, she don't want
to do it.
Well, how do you know that?
Okay, who's up
for a day of beauty?
I'm gonna go.
- Where are you going?
Nana's taking me
to get my hair cut.
Jesus! Georgia.
Are you okay?
You all right?
I got you.
You know what?
You're not going anywhere
without your wheelchair.
Mom, I don't need it yet.
Georgia,
you're covered in bruises.
I know that.
I'm the one who's dying,
remember?
It's not you.
What did you say?
I just don't need you
reminding me all the time.
Well, I just...
how did I get
to be the bad guy?
What are you thinking about,
my angel?
Sex.
Whoa.
It's, like,
this huge deal, right?
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