Fireflies in the Garden Page #2

I am your aunt.

What?

What do you want?

Do you feel good?

You really expect

I learn this from my head go?

Yes.

This house is a real disaster.

Where are the kids?

They are with Uncle Jimmy.

Christopher? Jane?

Yes, Jane makes it good.

I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

Daddy, Daddy, please.

Where is Michael?

Michael takes the preparations.

Michael preparations?

Do not start!

Is that ...

Just do not.

Everything must be perfect.

Perfect.

- We will be there.

Hello, Michael.

- Jimmy.

I'm so sorry, dude.

I would not know what I would do

if I was Charlie.

How are you?

Come on, I assume this is for you.

Welcome home.

Yes, I have not read,

but I will .- Going?

Yes, to Cincinnati, is a new

job, thus postpone ... - I understand.

It looks good, Jimmy.

- All fresh paint.

Hi, sweetheart. - The children find

it here.

Christopher has got your room,

and Leslie of Ryne.

Say hello to your cousin.

Go on.

- You're small.

The guest room is upstairs. But

you knew that already, because your house is.

Uncle Charlie says that it

our house is.

You're right, honey.

It is now our home.

But a bit of Michael,

He has grown up here. - And us.

We'll go balls?

If you need anything, I hear 't do.

Good to see.

- I agree, Jimmy.

What a nice weather.

Glad I'm out of that room.

I always came here when I was punishment.

Mama always said you

in trouble Sat

Should they say.

What do you mean?

Before your mother had breast,

she was my best friend.

You played together

with her tea set?

Yes, sometimes.

Your mother taught me everything I do not

ought to know. She was smart.

How to write like a girl.

Funny.

Glad you finally descend balls.

No, your mother taught me

the art of 't fish.

Fish?

Fishing is boring.

Not like us' t used to.

Also good.

Shall I show you?

suits and ties .../ i

Funny, how he ...

So it ends? - You're right,

the ends. It is not night.

We have cheese, Dad?

- What?

Butterfly? - Yes.

Cheese? - Yes.

Seat belt.

What's in the box?

- Patience, Christopher.

Patience.

Now?

Patience.

I go to my bedroom.

No way.

Well, Aunt Jane.

Do not call me Aunt Jane.

You're not a little girl.

And I'm not so old.

You look so like your mother.

Perfect.

You both.

Come, we go.

These are very old.

They really do not.

Can I watch? Can I watch?

Get back.

Go away, lesbo.

I'm not a lesbian.

What is a lesbian?

A girl with a girl.

- Get lost!

What is wrong with you?

- She always ruining everything.

Valves closed. - Should you say. Get -

the plague. - I say you curse.

Come here. You too.

Nobody will tell Mama anything.

Not me, not you, Nobody. Understood?

Well. All right?

Let me look.

Are we really nothing to tell mom?

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