Tim Page #3

- No.

You've been so quiet today.

Anything that I've done?

No.

- You've been doing any reading, lately?

- Mmm.

Would you read for me now?

Alright.

It was a warm day... and

out of the hills ran

ripply creeks... of water

ran on the rocks

in pools where fish

leapt on by

and a little boy

was sitting on a rock

by the road

which in... in his hand...

What is it?

What's the matter?

Oh!

Oh Tim.

What's making you so unhappy?

Hmm.

- She's going away.

- Who's going away?

Dawnie, she's getting married.

I don't want her to get married

and go away and live somewhere else.

But that's part of getting married.

That doesn't mean that she's not going

to love you as much as she always has.

You wouldn't have to go

away and leave me, will you?

No!

Not unless I die or something.

What's die, Mary?

No one will ever tell me.

Not mom or dad or even Dawnie.

What's die? What's dead?

- Do they mean the same thing?

- In a way.

You see, every moment

of the day and night,

your heart is beating

inside your chest,

like it is now.

- You can almost feel it, can't you?

- Hmm.

Well, when that

does that, you're alive.

Now you've seen things grow old and

wear out, things that you've used.

Well, people wear out

and their heart stops.

Like a clock that you

can't wind up anymore.

It happens to everybody.

It just happens one day,

and then you're dead.

It's nothing to be afraid of.

Can't hurt you.

- Is it going to happen to us?

- Yes.

I don't want you

to die before I do.

Tim, dying is like saying

goodbye and going away.

It happens to

every single one of us.

- Dawnie's going away.

- That's different.

She's getting married and

you'll be able to see her.

Don't be unhappy

about it, please. Promise.

- I promise.

- Good.

- Anyway.

- What?

Just, I don't want you to hug me.

Well, when I was a little kid, when

I cried, mommy used to hug me.

Then when I got bigger, she

didn't hug me again. But you did.

Well, I just mad at

how people are, that's it.

I like you.

I like you the same as

I like my mom and dad.

- I don't like Dawnie as much as I like you.

- Oh now, Tim.

No, I like you

better than I like Dawnie.

I like you too, Tim.

Very much.

As much you like

your own mom and dad?

I don't have a mom and dad.

They died a long time ago.

Plush looking place isn't it?

We're only gonna have a

drink with the Harringtons.

We're not going to buy the place.

Well, here we are.

Here you are.

Emily, Ron.

I'd like you to meet my

mother and my father.

Dick and Vivian.

- How do you do?

- How are you?

- This, of course, is Dawnie.

- Ah, yes.

Well, let's drink a toast to

the bride and groom, heh?

Long life and happy days.

- Cheers.

- Make a doney.

- Thanks.

- To us.

- Well, shall we sit down?

- Yes.

Naturally adorable, American white.

With at least one attendant?

- One. Well, she's gonna have four.

- Ooh.

- And the man in morning suit, Mr Melville?

- Ron.

- What do you think, Mr Ron?

- Well, whatever you say.

I'll give you a full list of all those the

groom would want invited Mrs Melville.

- Oh, call me Em, Emily.

- Oh yes, well. Emily.

Sure, whatever you think.

- I believe that Dawn has a brother.

- Yeah.

That's Tim. But he won't

be coming to the wedding.

Dad, I want Tim to

see me get married.

But Dawnie, you know

Tim don't like crowds.

Dawnie, your dad's right.

You know what Tim is with a lot

of people. He gets over excited.

I didn't realise that Tim

was a mere youngster.

Oh, he's not. He's only a year

younger than me, but he's simple.

Simple.

Yeah, well you see.

Tim is not the full quid.

Well, you know that, Mick?

Yeah, well I didn't really

give it much thought.

Well, we've never

tried to hide it, have we?

Well, no.

Anyway, Tim's my

brother and I love him

and he's coming to my

wedding, and that's that.

More champagne?

Damn.

Hey, hello Ms Morton,

it's me Ron Melville.

Oh, how are you, Mr Melville?

I'm fine thank you.

Sorry to be ringing you at home. But

Em and I need your advise on something.

Yes.

Our daughter

Dawnie is getting married.

Oh, yes I know.

Congratulations.

Yes, oh thank you.

It's about the wedding.

I'm giving her a big one.

Four bridesmaid sort, you know.

And, well, Em and I would

like Tim at the wedding.

But then there's a reception

afterwards you see, with all those people,

and Em and I, well, we

don't think he should go.

We don't think he could handle it.

Listen, why don't you

let him go to the church,

and then I'll pick him up

outside right afterwards

and he can go to my beach place

and stay for the weekend.

Well, thanks Ms Horton.

Thanks very much.

- Goodnight.

- Goodbye.

- Alright?

- Umm.

They kneel before Thee now

with the love pure and whole

to ask Thy blessing

on their lives together.

May the light of Thy

wisdom be above them

and Thy love be

their strength and stay

and the spirit of

Christ be their spirit.

- Amen.

- Amen.

Now may God may hold

grace to abandon you

that ye may abound

onto every good work

and that through

the proving of your faith

men may glorify God.

- Amen.

- Amen.

Dawnie looks like a fairy

princess, doesn't she?

You be sure and wait outside

for Ms Horton, like I told you, huh?

Mmm.

- See you back home tomorrow, my son.

- Right on, dad.

But how was the wedding?

- Were you happy for Dawnie?

- Yeah.

Mom cried a bit, so did dad.

I don't know. I don't see why

you should cry if you're happy.

Someday, I hope you're

so happy that you'll cry.

How is it going?

It's good.

Fine night, Mary.

Goodnight, Tim.

Thanks.

- You have a copy of this telex?

- Yes.

Problem not this far from solved.

I haven't seen you today.

You had a good weekend?

- Went down to the beach.

- You and Tim?

- Yes.

- Yeah. Had been quite a twosome.

- Yes.

- They need a decision right away.

I went out the last time.

I think both of us are

gonna have to go this time.

Tomorrow morning. I'll pick you

up in a cab. Plane leaves at 7.

Hi mom!

Hah! Have some

fresh cards for you.

- Ms Horton?

- Mmm.

- What she say?

- I... I'm...

Be back Saturday.

You miss her, don't you?

- I got it, maam.

- Oh, thanks son.

- I have to make a phone call.

- I'll get the bags.

Tim, I'm back.

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degeneration were just so many words to me.

I was a primary school teacher.

I decided to go to England on

a sabbatical about 8 years ago.

And while there, quite

accidentally, somehow

I got drafted into a school for

mentally retarded youngsters.

It fascinated me from the very beginning.

When I returned, I decided that,

that was the work I wanted to do.

So I went back to school myself

to learn how to teach the children.

Youngsters are taught

many things of course,

more than just

how to read and write.

What's happening out there is a part of

the work of the creative leisure movement.

They have been rehearsing

a play for a week now.

A very special kind of play.

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