Evening Page #2

But really, I'm not going to let you

torture Mom anymore.

Not at this point.

Excuse me? Torture her anymore?

Sorry, bad choice of words.

So, I torture Mom, and you make her happy

by getting the husband and the kids

and the big-ass house.

Nina, don't ask me to apologize

for my life again, okay?

Hey, look, here comes your life now.

Ethan won't stop looking at me!

Hey, Luc, why'd the monkey

fall out of the tree?

Why?

Because it was dead.

Come on kids, let's go up

and say hello to Grandma.

Is she dead?

No, honey. She's resting, is all.

She'll be so happy to see you.

Come on, let's go.

You see,

she's just sleeping, is all.

But she'll be dead soon.

Well, she's had a good long life

and she loves you two more than anything.

Can I touch her hand?

Of course you can. Just be very gentle.

What, is it time to go on?

It's nothing, Mom.

Where's my dress?

Shh, just go back to sleep now, okay?

When you were little, you used to cry

whenever I put that dress on.

Do you remember?

It meant you were going out.

I never went very far, though, did I?

I never went for that sail.

I should have.

Oh, I should have gone for that sail.

It's a little early, isn't it?

This is Newport, it starts at noon.

Want one?

No, thank you.

Who's Harris?

Harris. Harris is our old housekeeper's son.

You're joking.

Okay,

this is not our family's summer cottage,

this is our family's summer mansion.

And yeah,

Harris is our old housekeeper's son.

In the summers

when we used to come up here,

Harris and his mother lived

in an apartment off the kitchen.

Really?

Okay,

it's time to shut up and dance.

All right.

If fistfights break out during the reception,

it won't be because no one worried

about the seating arrangements.

Great.

You will turn down that a little bit,

won't you, dear?

Is your suit pressed for this evening?

Mmm-hmm.

And you need a haircut.

What a world, what a life

I'm in love

We'll just feed them and get them to bed

and I'll be back later.

Mommy, Ethan's farting! He's farting!

Chloe, sit down, baby.

Bye.

Get your seatbelts on, kids.

Sobering, isn't it?

Didn't you say something a while ago

about wanting one?

Well, after a bottle of champagne, as I recall.

And in answer to a question from you,

as I recall.

I mean it.

Darling, could we discuss this some time

when my mother isn't dying?

Yeah. Sorry.

It just seems like maybe...

Maybe this is a good time

to talk about some new life.

I know.

Listen. What if I didn't really want to?

I don't mean just for now. I mean

ever.

Honey, it's time to shut up and dance.

How's she doing?

I don't know. Not so good.

We just want to keep her out of pain now.

As much as we can.

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