Angie Page #2

Like I'm gonna stay in the same room

with her long enough to eat.

- Hi.

- Hi! How was the movie?

- It was great. - You hungry? I got shells

and sauce I made special.

Your father's

in the kitchen.

- Hey, Pop.

- Hi, Ange.

- Frank!

- What?

- Angie is here with Vinnie.

- All right.

Don't ask me what Pop sees in her.

It's funny. She ain't Italian,

but she keeps wishin' she was.

Oh, I gotta check

my sauce!

- How you feelin'? - You want the truth

or what I tell everybody?

- The truth.

- I feel fantastic!

Vinnie, I'm having some trouble

with the sinks at the store.

- Oh, yeah?

- Yeah.

- I'll come by tomorrow.

I'll take a look. - Good.

Pop, when are you gonna get rid of

those sinks, buy some new ones?

- What are you talking about? Those sinks

are perfectly good. - They're prehistoric!

- God forbid you should make a change.

- Here you are!

Mangia.

Angie, would you like some?

I got plenty.

No, thanks, I've been

a little nauseous all day.

You never take care of yourself. You're always

waitin' for somebody else to do it for you.

- What's that mean? - It means you

were raised like a little princess.

Hey, news flash! I was not raised

like a little princess.

All right, all right!

Let's have a little peace tonight.

Please?

- So, how is it?

- Um, delicious.

- It's fantastic.

- Yeah?

Got any cheese?

I have one memory of my mother

to go with my one photograph.

I'm three years old

and my relatives are over.

Aunt Violetta

who can make a rock cry...

Great Aunt Louisa who's been

in mourning since 1956...

and my crazy Aunt Vicky who has her big

puppet head pushed so close to me...

I can see the cracks

in her tongue.

- She's asking me...

- What are you gonna do with your life?

Three years old! I was this close to

bursting into tears...

when suddenly out of nowhere my mother

picks me up like a super hero.

Angie, some stories don't fit

inside a person's mouth.

Some stories just have

to tell themselves.

That's what she said.

I guess I'll just have to let

my story tell itself.

- Angela Scacci...

- Scacciapensieri.

I've been seeing the same

gynecologist since I'm 14.

But, Jackie, my boss,

she says this Dr. Gould, he's the best.

Don't be nervous.

He's one of the top men in the field!

He treats

the mayor's wife.

- No kiddin'?

- Yes!

# What I did for love

What I did for love #

Good morning, Doctor.

Hi.

# What I did for love #

Miss Scacca...

- Angie.

- Dr. Gould.

- How ya doin'?

- Please sit down.

All right.

- Are your periods always regular?

- Usually like clockwork.

Every 28 days.

I got your name from Jackie Short...

Schwartz. She's my boss.

I just, um, didn't want to go to the same

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