You'll Like My Mother Page #2

you shouldn't overdo.

I'm a registered nurse.

Really, I must insist.

I'm not staying, Mrs. Kinsolving.

I'm afraid you have no choice.

It's snowing much too heavily now

for you to walk.

You'll rest in my room.

It's just down the hall.

The upstairs rooms

are all closed off.

They're never used

now that Kathleen and I

are the only ones in the house.

Look, all I want to do

is get back where I belong.

We'll have dinner at 6:00?

I'll drive you to the bus myself.

I have no intentions whatsoever

of letting you miss that bus,

I assure you.

Aw, she's looking for her kittens.

Aw.

She has a marvelous pedigree.

But the naughty girl forgot herself

and mated with an alley cat.

The kittens were no good, of course.

Come along.

I've laid out some towels for you.

Anything else you need, I'm sure

you'll find in the medicine cabinet.

Thank you.

Who is that?

My nephew, Kenneth.

Kenny.

- He looks so sweet and innocent.

- What did you say?

So that's Matthew's cousin.

When they were children,

Kenny pulled the shell off

Matthew's turtle, and it died.

I'm afraid my imaginative son

had a tendency to exaggerate.

Kenny did turn out to be

something of a problem, though.

Of course, I haven't seen

or heard of him in years.

Get some rest now.

I'll call you at dinner.

Kathleen?

Do you want to come in?

It's okay.

Come on.

Do you know who I am?

I'm Matthew's wife.

Your brother's wife?

That's right.

Kathleen, come here, please.

It's all right.

It's all right.

Look, it's... it's just some glass

and it's just some perfume.

Look, I'll tell her I did it, okay?

It'll be our secret.

Kathleen, I am calling you!

You'd better go.

I did it and I'll clean it up.

Go on.

This is really more of a museum

than anything else.

Full of the relics

of the great Kinsolving past.

There are sleighs and carriages

in the coach house

that date back

to the turn of the century.

The house is 67 years old.

Matthew's grandfather built it

when there was still a family fortune.

The house is just about

all that's left.

And it's not of much value anymore,

on the edge of a dying town.

You don't have to give me

a financial report, Mrs. Kinsolving.

I'm not interested

in Matthew's estate.

Matthew had no estate.

Whatever there is is mine.

Look, it's getting late.

Don't you think

we should get started?

Are you sure you've had enough?

More than enough.

Good.

Kathleen, get our guest's things,

please, dear.

And bring my furs.

And now I shall tell you

why you will not come here

ever again, Francesca.

You met and married my son

in less than a month's time.

Well, you wrote me that yourself.

And you spent that last leave

with him,

the last two weeks of his life

that he might have spent with me,

would have spent with me,

as he did every leave,

every furlough, every moment off.

You robbed me of what was

the rest of his life,

and I'll never forgive you for that.

I'll never acknowledge you

as Matthew's wife,

and I'll never accept your child

as his.

If indeed it is.

I have only your word for that.

You know, in those last two weeks,

Matthew must've told me

a hundred times,

"You'll like my mother."

But I realize now

he never did tell me why.

Excuse me.

Kathleen, mother's going to take

our guest to the bus now.

Do try and clear the table

with as little breakage as possible,

will you, dear?

I'll go out and warm up the car.

You stay inside till I honk the horn.

No sense both of us

freezing to death.

Kathleen.

Thank you.

She probably sweeps

under the rug, too.

This desk was piled a foot high

this afternoon.

It won't start.

Couldn't we call a garage

and get someone over here to fix it?

No, the phone's been disconnected.

I scarcely hear even

with this contraption,

and with just Kathleen and myself

in the house,

the phone becomes

a foolish expense.

- Then, I'll walk.

- Don't be stupid.

Look, Mrs. Kinsolving,

I've spent three very long days

on busses to get here,

and I don't relish the idea

of spending three more

to get back home,

but I'm gonna be on that bus tonight

if it's the last thing I do.

It will be. Even someone who knows

the area wouldn't attempt it.

You'd walk in circles all night long,

and they'd find you both dead

in the morning.

Or had you forgotten the baby?

Spend the night here.

In the morning

I'll go into town myself

and bring back a mechanic.

There's no way

I can leave here tonight?

Unfortunately, none.

Then...

May I please sleep

in Matthew's room?

I'm sorry, that's not convenient.

His room's on the third floor.

We don't use the upstairs anymore.

I want to sleep there.

The room hasn't been cleaned,

there are no linens on the bed,

and, frankly, the stairs have become

a painful chore to me.

That's why I moved downstairs.

Look, I don't care what condition

the room is in.

Just give me some linens,

and I'll make the bed myself.

Very well. Stay where you are.

Kathleen?

Is that it? Nobody else?

Is there supposed to be

somebody else?

Yeah, a young girl,

slightly pregnant.

Pretty, about - about this tall.

Well, I haven't seen her,

and I've been on for two hours.

Maybe the weather

changed her mind.

Yeah.

Well, see you on the way back.

If you get back.

This is gonna be a bad one.

You can come up now.

Kathleen, put the dust covers down

the laundry chute, will you, dear?

Thank you, Kathleen.

Kathleen has cleaned the bathroom,

more or less.

You'll find soap, towels,

whatever you need.

Matthew's pajamas are

in the middle drawer of the bureau.

I'm sure you can find something

that can make do.

Anything else you need,

I'll send Kathleen up.

I shall not attempt

these stairs again tonight.

Damn it,

Matthew with his beach combing,

picking up bits and pieces of...

Good night.

" Thought you'd like

to know, got married today."

Wonderful girl.

Better dust off family Bible

and enter:

"'Francesca, wife of Matthew." '.

Why did she lie?

Kathleen?

How thoughtful.

Here, I'll take it.

I haven't had cocoa

since I was a little girl.

Kuh.

- Kuh.

- What?

Kuh".Ee.

Kitty?

Yes, I know about the kittens,

Kathleen. I'm very sorry.

"The coroner's report confirmed"

that Miss Thompson's body

had been so savagely defiled

in that Labor Day killing,

"that death must have come

as a blessing."

"Hope Aunt Katherine isn't

inflicting her two problems on you.

I'm enough for you to worry about.

I love you. Matthew."

She lied about Kenny, too.

2:
00?

Of course, it's not unusual

for this time of year.

The hardest hit

are the outlying areas.

Hundreds of homes are snowed-in,

but the inconvenience

hopefully will be short-lived.

There's no immediate emergency

of any kind,

nor is there any likelihood of one

unless the blizzard continues

for another day or two.

However, the weather bureau has

indicated a lessening of the snow

tonight and tomorrow.

So far no wires reported down,

and according to the mayor,

the street crews will begin clearing

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