Losing Isaiah Page #3

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about sh*t we did when we was

bugging and drugging.

Huh?

Now, come on,

let's look at this thing

from a positive place.

What kind of mother

would you like to be?

One your kids can

depend on coming up?

Sade?

I don't have nothing to say.

See?

Khaila, what about your kids?

I ain't got no kids.

Here, look where you are.

- I'll park the car.

- Okay.

That always happens, though.

Look.

Oh, my God, Mom.

Here he is.

He's so small.

Mm-hmm.

C-Can I call you back? Bye.

Oh...

How do you get clothes

that small?

Leprechauns.

This is your sister,

little guy.

Shh, shh...

Can I hold him?

Yes.

Watch his head.

What do I do?

Just rock him a little bit,

but-but don't look

right in his face, okay?

Crack babies sometimes

have trouble with that.

Hey there, small stuff.

That's what your daddy

used to call you.

Oh... coochie coochie coo.

He doesn't like me.

It's not that, Hannah.

Of course he likes you.

It's not that.

Where are you going?

I told Jenny I'd come over.

You're not upset,

are you, Hannah?

No.

Well, why don't you bring

her back to see the baby?

I don't think so.

Why not?

Well, be home by 5:00.

Bye.

Oh, I forgot the formula.

Shh, shh, shh.

Shh...

What'd we learn today, buddy?

You keep your...

- Eye... eye on the ball!

- That's right, and then,

when you swing the bat,

you got to swing...

- Level!

- Level, level, right.

- Level!

- And then what do you do

when you hit the ball?

What do you got to do?

You got to...

- Run like crazy!

- Run like crazy!

You run to first base, and

then he goes to second base.

- Second base!

- Then he goes to third base.

- Then he goes to third base.

- Then he slides

all the way home!

And then he goes

all the way home!

Right.

Ooh, you giving your daddy's

hair a cream rinse?

- I hit a home run! Wham!

- Where are you going?

To Carrie's.

No, no, no, no,

wait a minute now.

Mom...

No, listen,

I got this letter,

and I want to read it

to you... listen.

"It is accordingly

"therefore ordered

that Isaiah Richards,

- a minor..."

- That's me!

"Shall be, to all

"legal intents and purposes,

the child of Charles

and Margaret Lewin."

Poor kid... you're stuck

with them now.

Very funny.

No, wait, Hannah, don't go.

Don't go. We want to celebrate.

Mom, I can't.

- Yes, you...

- Not tonight.

Bye, kiddo.

Kiddo! Kiddo! Kiddo! Kiddo!

Hannah...

I'll call.

Kiddo, kiddo! Kiddo!

You know, just because

she's a teenager...

Kiddo, kiddo, kiddo, kiddo...

Ooh.

Do you want to go out?

Oh, you know he can't sit still

in a restaurant.

Take this. Ugh!

All right, let's call out

for a pizza.

Pizza, pizza, pizza.

We'll get him to bed early,

then, uh, you and I can...

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