Kelly & Cal Page #2

Maybe it is.

Maybe it has to do with...

- Hi.

Are you guys an organized

mommies group or...

- This is the Glendora Park

mothers group.

- Cool.

Well, I just moved here

a few months ago,

right before he was born,

so I haven't gotten out yet.

- You should check us out

online.

Okay.

- Yeah, there's an application

and, a membership fee

for snacks and activities.

- Sure, that makes sense.

- But everyone's welcome

to join.

- See you soon.

- You bet.

Hey.

- Hey.

You can ignore that.

Come in.

Is he sleeping?

- Yeah.

Finally.

Where did you get

all these signs?

- It was a stupid game

me and my girlfriend, Bailey,

used to play.

Ex-girlfriend.

- Nice place.

- Thank you.

Welcome to the clubhouse.

- Let me get you a beer.

- No, I'm nursing.

- Well, you know, some cultures

prescribe a daily beer

for nursing mothers...

Guinness especially.

I think I have one back here.

- I love Guinness.

But I'm not... no.

I'm... thank you.

Um...

so you live out here?

- Yes, I do.

My parents didn't want

to remodel.

It fucks up resale value.

- Wow.

Are they gonna invest

in a decent ramp anytime soon?

- What's wrong with my ramp?

- Wobbles.

- Well, I like to live

dangerously.

Besides, what's the worst

that could happen, really?

So...

my mom is suddenly this

huge crusader for the disabled.

She's all over the high school

to upgrade access to the stadium

for graduation,

which I have no plans

on attending.

But why should that stop her?

I mean, there's, like,

genocide in Darfur

and human trafficking

all throughout Eastern Europe,

but her son needs

a new f***ing ramp.

Yeah, whatever.

She was probably secretly

pleased when it happened.

It gave her something to do.

F***ing clip my wings

just a little bit.

My father, on the other hand,

completely convinced

that I'm not gonna be

in this chair long enough

to warrant getting a new ramp.

He's all bedazzled by these

new advances

in stem cell research,

you know...

theoretical advances, mind you.

"You'll be vertical in no time,

buddy."

Vertical.

F***ing jock.

Sh*t.

My bad.

- It's not you.

He does this all the time.

It's like he hates me.

- What's his name?

- Jackson.

- Jackson?

No wonder he hates you.

- Can I call him Jack?

- Yeah, sure.

- You ever try swaddling?

- What?

- Swaddling.

May I?

- Okay.

- Hand him to me.

- Hold his head.

- Try to take this blanket off

here.

You don't want him to get

too hot.

Hello, Jack.

There we go.

Look at that, buddy.

Hey, Jack, that's my quiet

little friend right there.

- Where did you learn that?

- I used to work

at this halfway house

for recovering meth addicts.

There was a lot of unwed mothers

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