You'll Like My Mother Page #3

the main highway thoroughfares

at the first sign

of the storm slackening.

With any luck,

all roads should be open to traffic

by late tomorrow afternoon.

Tomorrow?

Not till tomorrow?

Now, then, since we both know

how unwise it is for you

to run up and down stairs

like an athlete,

I suggest you go to your room

and stay there

till tomorrow afternoon.

Kathleen will bring you your meals

on a tray.

You'll find books to read.

I'm sure there's enough

in Matthew's room to keep you there.

Kathleen!

She bruises as easily

as a five-year-old.

Tripped over something or other,

hit the side of her face.

Didn't you, Kathleen?

Why don't you go back

to your room now?

I'll send Kathleen up in a little

while with your lunch.

I prefer the breakfast

I slept through.

Bacon and eggs and light toast.

And I take cream and sugar

in my coffee, nothing else.

I realize that you're a nurse

and that I was quite upset yesterday,

but I'd appreciate it if you didn't

drop any more goodies in my drinks.

If I feel the need

for a sleeping pill, I'll ask for one.

Kathleen.

I got to get out of here.

HOW?

I heard the phone ringing last night.

Was I dreaming?

Maybe that one in the library.

Got to find out, call for help.

Later, when they're all asleep.

She's been lying all along.

Why couldn't Kathleen be a lie, too?

I'd know the baby was safe, then.

Safe from whatever's wrong

with Kathleen.

Did you mean it, Matthew?

Is there really a family Bible

with all the names written down?

That could be in the library,

where the phone is.

Matthew, your mother

died 11 days after you did,

and there's a woman downstairs

who wants me out of here

before I find out.

Kathleen. Kathleen, please.

Go get your mother

and bring her up here.

I resent being put upon like this.

Then take me to a hospital

while there's still time.

Out of the question.

Why?

Because the car won't start.

Listen. Someone's coming.

What?

A truck or something.

Everything okay?

You people all right in there?

Please.

Please let him take me to the hospital

while there's still time.

Please.

Kathleen, there's a man downstairs.

You get him

and bring him up here, please.

Hurry!

Anyway, I met

your daughter-in-law the other day

when I drove her in on the bus,

and, well, with the weather

as rotten as it is,

I thought I'd better maybe stop by

and see if everything was okay.

That was

very thoughtful of you, Mr. Cooper.

- Everything's fine.

- Well, great.

Now, if you'll

excuse me, it's a bit chilly.

Well, listen,

as long as I'm here,

do you mind if I just maybe stop in

and say hello to...?

You mean, you don't even

know her name?

No, I guess not. She...

She never mentioned it.

Perhaps she chose not to,

Mr. Copper.

Anyway, she's gone. Good day.

No.

No!

What did she give me?

Am I asleep or not?

Am I talking out loud?

I mustn't...

I mustn't let on that I know.

I know who Kathleen is.

She's Kenny's sister.

Kenny's sister.

And they're your two problems,

Aunt Katherine.

Aunt Katherine!

Francesca.

Did I say that out loud?

Or did I just think it?

Hold on to the bed posts.

Push down when I tell you.

Breathe deeply.

Breathe from the abdomen.

Keep breathing.

Push down. With your abdomen.

Good, Francesca.

Kathleen.

Kathleen, is that you?

Kathleen,

put those towels down here.

Push down.

Relax now.

Breathe deeply.

Breathe from the abdomen.

Now relax a minute.

Maria.

Maria.

Maria.

Maria.

Maria.

Now, hold on to your breath.

Push down.

Push down.

Kathleen,

give me those scissors, please.

Didn't cry.

Isn't it supposed to cry?

What a good baby.

It doesn't even cry.

It's dead. Bury it.

Have you finished?

What? The baby died?

There's a medical term

you wouldn't remember if I told you.

She just didn't breathe.

She.

I had a girl.

My legs are beginning to pain me.

I would hope not to climb

these stairs again today.

Kathleen will bring you your dinner.

If you need to use the bathroom,

she'll help you.

- Please.

- Now, listen, my girl.

There has to be something,

a death certificate, something.

You can't just bury her.

It could be days before the snow

lets up and they dig us out of here,

so don't talk nonsense

about death certificates and funerals.

Kathleen was able to clear away

some of the snow

and make a grave for her.

She was buried decently.

What is it?

Kuh...

No, Kathleen.

Kuh.

What is it, Kathleen?

Do you want me to hide?

I don't understand.

Phone.

That's what you want to show me.

Does it work?

Kuh.Kuh.Kuh.Kuh.

Kuh.

Yes, you kept it nice and warm

for the baby.

And she just started to move?

Just like that?

She moved her fingers?

And your mother really did believe

she was dead.

Dead.

I'm gonna take her down

to my room now.

Nnn! Nnn!

It's okay.

Don't worry, please.

No matter what I think of your mother,

she wouldn't hurt a little baby.

Kathleen, did you fall down?

Is that how you hurt your face?

Kuh..

Not kitty, baby.

Baby.

Baby.

Kuh. Ee.

Kittens?

Bro... ther.

Kenny?

Here?

In this house, the whole time?

Kathleen, you have to go back

to your room now.

I. I.

The baby!

I know you wanna stay with the baby,

but please try to understand.

If they go to your room

and you're not in there,

they'll come looking for you.

And they'll find baby.

Kenny will find the baby.

It won't happen if you just go

to your room right now, please.

Yes. Very quietly.

Okay.

Kathleen, do you need this

to get back to your room?

Can I have the flashlight?

I have to come back

and feed the baby or she'll cry.

Thank you.

Mommy has

to find something to clean you up.

Please don't cry.

Kenneth?

Kenneth?

Kenneth, where are you?

Kenneth, I've told you,

you're to stay in your room.

Kenneth?

My lovely.

Put on a shirt.

Put on a shirt.

Yeah. Put on a shirt.

There we go.

Okay.

How pretty.

Just as soon as I finish here,

I'll start your breakfast,

get you some coffee.

- How many eggs would you like?

- Two.

Christ, every morning

you ask me that.

Don't speak to me like that, Kenneth.

I'm goin' buggy creeping around here.

Talking in whispers,

hiding in the laundry room

of my own house.

It's not my fault

you're snowed in here, Kenneth.

Nor is it my fault you have

to hide here in the first place.

Well, I'll tell you

what is your fault, Katherine.

That smart ass idea you had

for having that girl stay to dinner.

I could scarcely let her go back

to the store, sitting there for hours,

talking her fool head off,

getting answers to questions

she wouldn't even have to ask.

Tell Kenny the truth.

Was it really natural causes,

or did you do your sister-in-law in?

Maria died of a heart attack after

Matthew's death, and you know it.

I nursed her.

I did everything I could for her.

Then grabbed the estate

the minute she died.

Yes, and a lot of good it does me!

I can't even have servants

because of you.

But, Katherine, you still have

the house, the car, the money.

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