Unanswered Prayers Page #4

What?

What about Connie's parents' pool house?

No way. It'll be all over Facebook.

$6.75. Thank you.

-Thank you.

-Hey, you got to buy something,

'cause they don't like it

when you just hang out.

I don't have any money, so...

Thank you.

I will take one of your delicious

oatmeal cookies.

Mmm. Thank you.

So, there's this old luggage room

behind the train station.

No one ever goes inside.

No way. Yuck. That is so gross.

Forget it.

Eight ball across side.

Bring it on. I'm thirsty.

-Yeah, baby!

-Ohhh!

I think this round's on you, my friend.

Okay, hotshot. Just rack 'em.

What do you want, Ben?

Two more.

Here you go, folks. All right.

Did you order? Okay.

Yeah.

Hey, Ben!

Hey, Hank. Give me a sec.

Hey, Ava.

Hey. Kenny, this is Ben.

We went to high school together.

-Good to meet you, man.

-Nice to meet you.

You alone?

No, I'm here with a buddy.

Kenny's my real estate agent.

Oh!

He's giving me a lecture on curb appeal.

Apparently my mom's curb

isn't appealing enough.

-It's a tough market.

-Yeah.

-You want to join us?

-No,

I'm in the midst of

being pummeled to death.

Think I'm gonna try

and go salvage my dignity.

Take it easy, Kenny.

See you, bud.

All right. You are toast.

Okay, wait a minute. Wait a minute.

Fourth grade, Jimmy Sorenson.

Jimmy Sorenson?

With those humongous ears?

Yes, honey. And I loved them both.

Oh, my God. First love, so powerful.

Honey, I'm telling you. Nothing like it.

So, Lorrie, who was yours?

Oh, my God. That's so easy.

It was Ben.

Aw!

Stop. Stop.

Lorrie.

You...

Got time for a game of eight ball?

I thought you went home.

Nope.

Good-looking dude,

that real estate agent of yours.

Let's just hope that

he's good at selling.

So, who breaks?

Visiting team from Chicago.

You know, my dad hates your tattoo.

Yeah, my mom hates my tattoo, too.

So, I'm going to New York this summer.

Why?

Alvin Ailey, he was this famous dancer,

he has this program.

I go every year. It's pretty cool.

Oh! That's great. You'll be in New York

getting all famous,

and I'll be stuck here driving a truck

with rocks in the back.

Yeah, so famous.

It's just a workshop.

So stay here.

Jess, the whole reason I slave away

in this muffin factory every year

is so I can pay for my summer,

because my mom can't.

So you're just gonna leave me.

Aw! It's not like that.

You know I love to dance.

It's my passion.

I thought I was your passion.

No. Football is your passion.

It is?

It's not? I thought you loved football.

I play football. Now,

my dad, he loves football.

So you play football

because your dad loves football?

Can you just stop talking and kiss me?

Sure.

-Yes!

-Well played.

I had a good teacher.

So, after Mr. Porsche?

Which got repossessed, by the way.

Did I tell you that part?

-No way.

-Yes.

He was basically in tears

on the street. Seven, corner.

Man, not the Porsche.

So, after that whole debacle,

I got a job buying for Marshall Field's,

and I was traveling

all over Europe and Asia,

and I met this very interesting

and charming older man.

Eleven, corner.

Jean Richard. He was an art dealer.

Nice.

He taught me about art and culture,

and, you know, this little small-town,

naive girl from Virginia.

-Right.

-Yeah.

He showed me the world.

And we were married.

-Everything was wonderful until...

-Nine ball.

-Are you gonna clean the table?

-I'm hoping so.

Until what?

He was indicted for fraud.

-Really?

-Yeah.

Apparently he was selling

some European master paintings

that were painted in Taiwan.

-Well, that's not nice.

-No.

And last and possibly least was Jerry

the Stockbroker from Chicago.

Now, what could be wrong

with Jerry the Stockbroker?

He was just crazy.

Then why the hell did you marry him?

I didn't know he was crazy

until after I married him.

Give me some credit.

That would be game.

Want another beer?

Yeah.

-Hey.

-Hi. Did you have fun with the girls?

Oh! Yeah, we always have fun.

You?

I shot some pool with Hank.

Good.

Jesse home?

He's asleep.

I'm exhausted. You coming to bed?

I'll be in a bit.

You can pay these, Mom.

Lor, why don't you and Ben

take that trip we won to Miami?

Why? You guys should have that vacation.

I couldn't drag your father

to a beach with a backhoe.

-You two go. Just get away.

-We'll see.

If the Lofton thing comes through,

please, God, we'll be swamped.

What's this? Ava Andersson?

Oh, yeah, Yanni and his crew were

doing some repair work up there.

Nothing big. Didn't Ben tell you?

No.

Now, here it's still gonna need

a two-degree grade,

so let's put the retaining pond here

on the north side.

-Knock, knock. Hey, guys.

-Hey.

I'm sorry to interrupt.

I need your John Hancock here.

It's marked for the loan extension

and the re-fi.

Nice.

So, I didn't know

we were doing a job up at Ava's.

I had some of the guys fixing

a few things, helping out a little.

-You know, for resale.

-Oh!

She's paying for it.

Yes. I can see.

And it helps keep our guys working

while things are slow.

Mmm-hmm.

-I didn't tell you?

-No.

You know, there was

a broken pipe, sidewalk.

Jeanette pointed that out.

I mean, what could I do?

She asked, so...

No, I know. It's fine. It's great.

I just was surprised.

I usually know what

jobs we're working on.

But it was so small.

-You didn't mention it.

-Well, I thought I had.

I was surprised. That's all.

Yeah.

Thank you.

Thanks.

Carry on.

So, listen...

Holy crap. This is a major honor.

I guess.

You guess? What are you so bummed about?

-Just look at the dates.

-August 3 to...

Summer football practice.

So skip it.

See, that won't go down with a number

of people. One in particular.

Where are we going?

You'll see.

Jess, hello! This is your passion.

You're this amazing writer,

and the people at the university

totally get you.

They get you so much,

they're willing to pay for you to go.

What do you want to do more?

Big guess.

Penn's like an hour away from New York.

Sounds pretty good.

There you go. Decision made.

I should be a therapist or something.

What is this?

Is this the old luggage room?

Yeah. I scored the key.

No way I'm going in there.

Come on. You'll see I cleaned it up.

I even made us a little love den

that we can canoodle in.

Oh, Jesse, this is so gross.

I mean, you're cute,

but this is not happening.

Hon, the Saints lost

to the Bengals 35-9.

Mmm-hmm.

I can't believe it.

I'm sorry, babe.

They needed you on defense.

That goes without saying.

Mom gave us their trip to Miami.

-That was sweet.

-Mmm-hmm.

I said, "No," but...

But maybe we should take it.

-When?

-Christmas?

We better be up in

Lofton over Christmas.

Yeah.

But it would be nice to get away

just for a few days.

Just the grown-ups. Let Jesse

have his play palace all to himself.

What do you think?

About?

Miami.

Oh, I don't know.

Let's just see

what happens with Lofton, okay?

Okay.

-I love you.

-Love you.

Morning, sunshine.

There's pancakes.

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