Stockholm, Pennsylvania Page #4
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- 2015
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so that you have
an ID card.
Okay.
Salem, Pennsylvania.
Department
of Motor Vehicles.
What does "Louise" mean?
It's your middle name.
It's work.
Okay.
Whatever it is,
try to be more...
than we were.
We already are.
We already are
more than we were.
Leia?
You okay in there?
Oh, oh, okay,
okay, I'll get it.
- Sorry.
- No, no, no, no, no.
It's alright.
Here.
Careful.
I'll get it,
I'll get it, I'll get it.
There we go.
It's all fine, it's all fine.
I like the bread warm.
That's okay.
How do we... let's see.
I like it toasty, sorry.
That's all right.
It'll... it'll go off
in just a second.
This happens all the time.
There we go.
Okay.
There we go.
- Sorry.
- No, that's fine.
So... for next time,
there's a toaster.
You know.
So you could toast
the bread first,
and then make the sandwich.
Oh, yeah.
Here, let's start again.
Okay, here we go.
And...
Here you go.
Mm-hmm.
Now turn it on.
There we go.
- Oh, right.
- Mm-hmm.
Mr. McKay didn't
have a kitchen?
We had a kitchen, obviously.
Just, I never went
in there.
It was in a different
part of the house.
Mr. McKay.
So you never left
the basement at all?
You weren't allowed
We didn't call it a basement.
It was where we lived.
I'm sorry.
That's okay.
It's an honest mistake.
What is?
Calling it a basement.
No, I meant,
about everything.
I'm...
It's okay.
You're trying.
Thank you for doing this
with me.
It's supposed
to be therapeutic,
meditative.
You used to love beads.
Your Aunt Jill
had a bead shop
before she moved
to Santa Fe,
and you loved
to go in there
and sink your hands deep
into the bins of glass beads.
I wanted to get you some,
but I was always afraid
you'd eat them
when I wasn't looking.
What are you making?
A string of beads.
So I have room
for about six more,
but I have ten beads left.
Which...
which ones do you think
Any of them.
Well, help me out.
Which ones do you think?
I know things.
Oh, I know.
I wasn't nothing to him.
He raised me.
Okay.
Also, "ones" isn't a word.
What is that?
What?
That.
Oh, that, wow.
Maybe you better open it.
Okay.
What is it?
Look through it.
Look at the light.
Whoa.
Yeah.
That's the window
I promised you.
Click that button down
on the side.
And those are the natural
wonders of the world,
before they went away.
Where did they go?
You know.
I told you.
Everything's ruined out there.
Nothing good out there anymore.
You couldn't save it?
Well, you have
to pick your battles.
You can only save so much.
I picked you.
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