My One And Only Page #3

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Nice car.

The only reason why I'm giving in...

is because I know that

we'll be back here in a week.

It's time for your boy's medicine, ma'am.

- Bernice has your medicine, George. Take it.

- It's not my medicine.

I do not care whose medicine it is.

Just one of you take it,

and let's get out of here.

Good-bye, Bernice.

I'll miss you.

Any parting words of advice for us?

Yeah. Take the parking brake off.

- [Gears Grinding]

- [Robbie] George! George!

- Please don't get us killed.

- [Tires Screeching]

[Narrating] My mother was

determined to teach my father a lesson...

even if it meant

killing us all in the process.

With that in mind, she told us

to drive around the city for an hour...

so she could teach me everything

she knew about driving a car...

- which wasn't much.

- [Brakes Screech]

George, I almost stabbed myself.

- You wanna drive?

- That was a lovely stop.

You're a natural, darling.

Well, I think we're ready to go.

- Anywhere in particular?

- Boston.

- Boston?

- Mm-hmm.

- For how long?

- Well, with a little luck, forever.

What are we going to do in Boston?

We're gonna start a new life.

We are going to have fun, that's what.

My dear friend Julie Harper lives there.

- Bette Davis was born in Boston.

- Boston is a very elegant city.

It's full of museums and universities.

- Tea parties.

- Precisely.

Accelerate, darling.

- Put the pedal to the metal, George.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa.

- What did you just do?

- I was checking the rear view mirror.

Oh. Never, never look

in the rear view mirror, darling.

It makes no difference what's behind you.

I don't even know why

they put those up there.

Just look where you're going

and pretend that that's not even there.

- Understood?

- Yes, ma'am.

Now go.

[Narrating] The whole drive up

to Boston, my mother and Robbie...

planned their upcoming adventures.

Around Hartford, her euphoria

was sounding a little forced.

It made me think.

By the time we got to Boston...

she'd proclaim this was all

a big misunderstanding...

and tell me to turn around

and drive us back to New York.

But she didn't.

We'll stay here until

Julie returns from her cruise.

- Mom, isn't this place a little...

- Isn't it a little what?

Well, don't you think that

we should be saving our money?

Certainly not.

What an unpleasant thought.

- Sorry. I'm sorry. Oh!

- Oh, my goodness.

- Are you okay?

- I'm very sorry.

- Oh, my goodness. Ann Devereaux.

- Wallace...

- Ann Devereaux.

- Wallace McCallister!

[Ann] Wally's an old beau of mine,

and he's divorced.

He once asked me to marry him.

He tried to kill himself when I turned

him down. Unsuccessfully, of course.

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