Broken Roads Page #2

Thank you, sweetheart. You

never came by last week.

Something special happen?

I did, but you weren't home.

I left a message with that

boy who's staying here.

- Oh, well, he never talks much.

- Yeah, I got that impression.

I'm sure there's

some good in him.

It's just getting

it out that's hard.

- What's his name?

- Aldo. He's my grandson.

Mrs. Wallace, you never

told me you had a grandson.

I didn't know I had one.

Is Emilia all right?

- She died.

- Oh, my god.

Mrs. Wallace,

I am so sorry.

- I shouldn't even be

prying into... - oh, honey.

You know

there's no secrets here.

Maybe see if

he'll come help us.

You sure?

It doesn't seem like

he wants to be bothered.

That's his natural look.

Go on.

We never formally met.

I'm Madalyn.

Wanna come down here

and give us a hand?

We could really use

the extra pair of hands.

I promise you it's not

as girly as you might think.

So what are you writing about?

You're persistent.

You look like

you can use a friend.

A matter of opinion.

An opinion I'm sure

I didn't really ask you for.

I just thought, since you're

new in town and all...

Do us both a favor.

Go back to gardening, okay?

Go ahead.

Run along. Shoo.

I'm sorry for your loss.

Could you please just leave?

I'm sorry. I didn't

mean to...

Look, I don't know you, and I

don't wanna f***ing know you.

- Hey, Aldo.

- I'm sorry, mrs. Wallace.

I was just trying to help.

Will you both

just leave me alone?

I'm gonna go,

mrs. Wallace.

No, no, stay. Don't

let him bother you.

Come on.

I brought you some food.

I know you must be hungry.

You haven't been

downstairs all day.

- I'll just leave it here.

- Don't bother.

What did you say?

I said don't bother!

I'm not gonna eat that.

- And you can stop being so fake while you're at it.

- How dare you?

I've tried the best I can

to make this work.

You are not gonna make me

seem like the bad guy here.

You are the one with

the problem, not me.

I'm sure that's what my mother was to you, right?

Something to get over.

Aldo.

Aldo.

Aldo!

- Aldo.

- What do you...

- what the f***?! You old b*tch!

- It's gotta stop.

What do you want from me?

- You are not the only one living here.

- I don't wanna live here.

You can have your tantrums,

be all depressed if you want to.

I refuse to be,

and I refuse to let you

walk all over that place like you

don't care, like no one cares.

Listen, I'm only your problem

until next summer,

so you won't have to

worry about it anymore.

Until then, I'm gonna

get some respect from you.

I don't have to listen to this.

You're not my mother.

Right. I'm not your mother.

I do not deserve

to be treated like this.

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