The Magic of Belle Isle Page #8

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- Roll it.

With your thumb.

With my thumb, okay.

Oh! There it is. Now what?

Press it.

Now it's showing me the time.

That's because you rolled it

while pressing it. Go back one.

Ah, I don't believe I will.

Like I stated at the outset,

it's not for me.

Now, who can I interest

in a Mr. Pibb?

Me.

Come on.

Uh... you let me know

if I'm doing something wrong.

I never put kids to bed before.

We'll help you, Monte.

Oh...

Shouldn't Mama be home now?

She just texted me.

She'll be home in a couple of hours.

Well, now.

All right, then...

get some shuteye.

We're in Dog Dave's bed.

I couldn't agree more.

A night like this

certainly puts you in the mood.

Good evening, Mr. Wildhorn.

I'm sorry I'm so late.

Oh, that's all right.

I didn't know what to do,

so I put the little ones

in Dog Dave's bed.

That'll be all they remember

about this summer.

Willow fell asleep on the couch.

I hope they weren't too much trouble.

Oh, just the opposite.

Well, I guess I better

take 'em off your hands.

I don't mind

if you wanna leave 'em for the night.

Are you sure?

It'd be a shame

to wake 'em at this hour.

Oh. Okay. Thanks.

Well, uh...

I better be getting back.

If you don't feel too tired,

you might wanna sit a spell.

Okay.

I'm gonna miss this place.

Where will you go?

Not quite sure.

I have some cat-sitting

prospects in Mexico.

I thought I'd try Nueva Rosita.

It's a little town I wrote about

when Jubal was holed up

down in those parts

hiding out from a posse.

Figured it'd be

a good place to write.

I'm glad you're writing again.

Flora just loves the Tony stories.

So you said. What about you?

I'm greatly fond of them as well.

This has been a wonderful summer.

There's only one thing

that I know I'll wish I had done.

What's that?

Had our waltz in the moonlight.

I know what you mean.

Sure you don't want me

to take the girls?

I mean,

where are you gonna sleep?

Ah, sleeping under the stars

has never been a hardship.

Well...

I guess I'll just come back

and get them in the morning.

Good night, Mrs. O'Neil.

Good night, Mr. Wildhorn.

He's sleeping.

Sorry, Monte.

We were sneaking out.

We want to surprise Mama.

Well, your sneaking skills

could use a little work.

Should we wake her up?

No, I think we should let her sleep.

When do you think she'll wake up?

Oh, good, you're up.

Oh, good morning, girls.

To what do I owe this lovely intrusion?

Here. This is for you.

Oh, wow!

My goodness. Where...?

I found it on the island.

Oh...

Eat the sandwich.

I haven't seen this since--

Eat the sandwich.

Okay.

Mmm...

Do you like it?

I love it.

Come here. Come here, you three.

Was the alcohol defective?

Changing my ways, Mahmoud.

Uh, two Slim Jims, please.

You know,

I'm leaving tomorrow, Carl.

Okay.

Does that mean

I can't be Diego anymore?

No, you can be anybody

you want to be.

But I gotta tell you,

I kind of miss that Carl fella.

He's very special.

I'm Carl.

Danged if you're not.

I wanted to give you something

to remember me by.

Fits good.

A little sweaty.

So long, partner.

What are you planting?

Pumpkins.

Thought it'd be nice if we grow

our own for Halloween.

Need some help?

Sure.

What do you do?

Well, it's easy.

You just dig a little hole

and drop one in.

I think I can handle that.

How is Dad?

He's okay.

How are you doing?

I'm okay.

What about you?

What's going on with you,

Willow Tree?

I never thought

about your parents getting divorced.

I read your diary.

I kind of figured.

It's weird, Mom,

but the fact that you felt so bad...

kind of made me feel better.

Is that wrong?

No.

I'm glad you read it.

All right, big guy,

Last Chance Saloon.

Fetch.

I respect consistency.

Well, just the person I wanted to see.

Come on in.

I got a couple of things for you.

There you go.

$34.

I'm afraid I'll have

to owe you the 18 cents.

But you taught me

what you said you would.

Yeah, but I wasn't counting

on you teaching me a whole lot.

Go on, take it.

Thanks.

Wait. I ain't done.

What's this?

I don't like it

when my fans get short-changed.

You said you were

missing the last page of the saga.

That's what I meant to write

in the first place.

Wow...

Now you have

to promise me something.

Okay.

Never stop looking

for what's not there.

I promise.

Good.

I'm leaving early in the morning,

so we'd best say

our proper good-byes here and now.

Do you have to go?

If I ever had me a little girl...

I guess I'd want her to be you.

Well, I'll be damned.

Be careful with that.

You sure you'll

be all right with Spot?

He'll be well taken care of,

Mr. Wildhorn.

Ah... I think it's about time

we dispensed with the formalities.

Call me Monte.

Monte.

Charlotte.

It's nice to be

on a first-name basis.

Well, I think that's everything.

But I'll give it one last look.

Okay.

Wait! Wait!

Wait a second!

Here. This is for you.

Do you like it?

Oh... it's a surprisingly

accurate rendering,

and I shall cherish it.

Thank you.

Remember, you owe me 18 cents.

The debt weighs heavily.

Hi, Mom.

Hey, how was school?

Good.

What did you do?

Nothing.

Uh-huh.

Do we have any more Gushers?

- You'll have to check.

- Okay.

Melanie is such a freak.

I'm dropping her

as a friend off Facebook.

Uh-huh... And what's going on

with you and Kyle?

Nothing. Ava says he likes me,

but he's too shy.

Well, why don't you just

go up and talk to him?

Mom, you don't know anything.

Apparently not.

Charlotte,

sorry I haven't been in touch,

but it's taken me a while

to master this e-mail texting thing.

I hope the girls are all doing well,

and I hope you're keeping up

with your piano playing.

I've been pretty busy lately.

I'm happy to report that I've found

the perfect place to write.

I liked it so much,

I went ahead and bought it.

Oh, I should say Jubal bought it.

I sold the movie rights.

I'm pretty sure you'd approve.

Dog Dave drove a hard bargain.

Said he would only sell

if I agreed to take Spot.

What happened to--?

Mexico?

Never quite made it.

A writer needs inspiration.

And I thought the odds

of seeing you down there.

Well...

Monte! Monte's here!

Monte's here!

Willow, Flora! Monte's here!

Monte!

You come to visit us, Monte?

Well, if it's

all the same to you ladies,

I thought I'd stay a while.

Looking forward to having

you as a neighbor, Mr. Wildhorn.

Just keep the noise down,

Mrs. O'Neil.

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