Five Nights in Maine Page #4

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read, "almost a mainer."

That's it.

Huh.

--It's

George's one joke.

It's funny.

I don't

know about that.

I hate pickles.

Of course, you'd have no way

of knowing that, would you?

Uh, no.

Can I get you something else?

Maybe cup of coffee in a bit.

Thank you.

Oh, I'd like dinner to be nice.

Sure.

We didn't need him.

Oh, it's exhausting.

Need anything?

I think I'd

like a cup of coffee.

Hey.

I was beginning to worry

you had gotten lost.

I, uh-- I noticed you almost

finished yours, so, um--

you didn't need to do that.

Thank you.

Want a drink?

Ok.

How do you take it?

Um, I don't know.

How do you take it?

Uh, usually straight.

Drink every day?

Cheers.

Cheers.

Ooh.

So, uh, what are we

making for dinner?

No, no, no.

You-- you've done enough.

What else am I doing?

Ok.

George brought over some fish.

I think he scaled them, but

they need to be cleaned.

Oh.

Ok.

We just open them up, gut them.

Wait, am I doing this?

Yes, you are.

You'll be fine.

Outside.

Ann, can I get a plate, please?

Ok!

Thank you.

Oh, not bad for a city boy.

Ugh.

Ok.

Ugh.

So heavy.

Hey, sherwin.

Look at that.

Did you make it?

Oh, no, I'm not that nice.

A neighbor heard that

we have a special guest,

and she made it just for you.

Is it safe to eat?

What happened when

Fiona was here?

Ooh, honey.

They fought a lot.

She meant well,

but it's complicated.

Lucinda had been

through chemo, and Fiona

wasn't here to see that.

It's hard to tell

how sick she is.

She's sick.

How sick?

She has a lot of pain.

She's tough.

But Fiona, she didn't--

excuse my language--

take any of Lucinda's sh*t.

She was really upset

when she came home.

Yeah.

Well, I imagine she knew

she'd never see her mom again.

How would she know that?

She knew.

You know.

I'm sure Lucinda knew, too.

She just thought

it would be her.

It was thoughtful of

you to get some wine.

It's the same bottle Fiona

bought when she was here.

She said it was the only

decent wine they had.

Well, that's true.

I guess you shared taste.

That's what happens.

So you seem to, uh, have

a good support system

here with Ann and George.

Paid help is hardly support.

And my brother-in-law just

wants to get into my bed.

Do you doubt it?

I-- no.

But, uh, at least

you're not alone.

I've been alone

since Fiona left.

I just don't know why she

always had to be so tight.

So in control.

Control of what?

Everything.

She always had to have her way.

She was a strong woman.

But it's not that.

It's her rigidity.

Maybe she acted that

way when she felt threatened.

Is my cancer threatening?

She even wanted to control that.

Can't remember the last

time I saw her relaxed.

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