Blood and Wine Page #3

They leave hair all over the couch

where I have to sleep.

You'll find another job.

Like it's easy.

How old are you?

You're not that much older than me.

In this country everybody

thinks they're in politics.

You don't have papers,

they don't want to meet you.

Do you understand?

I'll give you a ride.

Oh, you wanna lose your job too?

Not even when I try.

- Henry. How's it goin'?

- Hello, man.

So, uh, you ain't

got to worry about it sinkin'.

- I been working on it every day.

- Cool.

What's the matter?

You nervous?

You okay?

- Good luck.

- Gabriela!

You gonna be able to fix the thing, Harold,

or do you need a replacement?

I'll tell you when I see

the condition of the pipes.

The coolant might be leaking.

Where's the attic access?

Damn fiberglass.

Either of you know how to kill

the water to the house?

Oh, yeah.

Sure, sure.

So, where are we going?

Ah, we got about four hours to Cuba.

Oh, really?

It took me a week.

Fifteen of us on a very small boat.

- I can turn around if you want.

- No, it's okay.

I like the water.

Even when we were coming over,

the sea was so beautiful.

I never wanted to sleep.

I was happy.

I was ashamed to be so happy.

People were dying.

- You still have family in Cuba?

- Oh, yes.

And I'm gonna bring them-

one by one, if I have to.

You don't think I can do that?

I think there's no stopping you.

You understand, Mike?

Television. Money.

Where's the sport?

Where is the honor in that?

Any honor in that? Huh?

Foreign products on it.

Ever been to Cleveland, Mike? What are

they gonna do with all them doggie masks?

What's going on, Mike?

I been waiting on you. My shift?

- What are you talking about?

- Come on. Remember? They changed the schedule.

Well, sh*t, nobody told me.

- What are you doing with that sprinkler valve?

- Sprinkler valve?

The f*** it's a sprinkler valve.

We got some kind of emergency.

- Who's he?

- Uh, Alex Gates.

Gates Wine?

Harold?

Harold?

- Huh. Wind?

- Keep goin'.

Well, I'll tell ya...

it ain't the pipes.

I've tightened a couple of valves in the attic.

- And I've taped some of the gaps.

- Yeah?

- But you're not supposed to be in the house unaccompanied.

- Well, is that our fault?

Sometimes, when we're waiting

for the fish to bite...

I sit right there...

look out, watch the horizon.

There's nothing to see.

I don't want to see anything.

Just that line- that line

where the water touches the sky.

No neighbors.

No barking dogs.

Nobody in your face.

No bullshit.

Except your own.

Yeah, well,

I can handle my own.

I like my bullshit.

It's not bad.

It probably even works.

You wanna be alone?

Now, this is

a thousand points of light.

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