Stuck in Love Page #2

instead of working some

bullshit job at McDonald's.

Rusty...

What?

What?

Are you stoned?

Are you kidding?

Are you being...

I'm not stoned. Rusty, I'd like

to talk to you in the kitchen.

I think you're stoned.

Great. Good.

I'm going.

What's gotten into you?

I'm not going to let

that Neanderthal...

talk about Dad like that.

He didn't say anything

about your father.

It's not what he says.

It's how he talks about him like he's

some sort of weirdo or something.

And watching football doesn't

make you a Neanderthal.

Owning his own gym does.

Okay,enough.

Enough.

Is Sam's book really getting published?

That's what she said.

Wow.

It's been over a year

since we spoke.

I know.

She said to say hi to you.

I don't believe that

for a second, but...

it's very sweet of you to say.

Aw, Mom.

Please don't ever hate

me the way she hates me.

I don't hate you at all, Mom.

Good, but you are stoned,

though, aren't you.

I thought it would make

it easier to eat again.

Pot and nothing else,

ever, you understand me?

You don't have to worry

about me, Mom.

Yeah, I do.

It's my job.

I cleared the table

and started the dishes.

Sorry I reacted the way I did.

I was just surprised.

I thought you were

happy with the book.

I was.

It just didn't seem like

my book anymore.

It felt like,

someone else's...

My editorial hand a little

heavy for you? Yes, Dad.

I was scared of how you'd react,

and I felt guilty because of all the

work you put into Just Saying Hi.

I'm sorry...

Stop apologizing.

It's my fault for involving myself in

your goddamn book in the first place.

I'm guessing you don't

want to read the new one?

F*** no.

Never?

No, thank you.

I brought you a hard copy.

Really?

Yeah.

I was going to sign it

for you if you wanted,

or not... but maybe?

Leave it on my desk.

Wait... can I ask you a question

without you getting defensive?

What?

Rusty told me Martin called the

cops on a prowler the other night.

Dad, you've got to stop doing this

to yourself. It's been two years.

She's coming back. You're

completely delusional.

And what's with setting

a place for her at the table?

That's f***ing nuts. You

know they're fighting again?

And where did you see that?

Through their window?

Really? People get arrested

for doing things like that.

You're a well

respected novelist.

You've won the PEN

Faulkner Award twice.

You can't behave like that.

She's coming back.

Jesus, at least tell me

you've been writing.

Look at what you've let

her do to you, Dad.

Seriously.

Hey. What are you working on?

It's a poem for English class.

Sorry about earlier.

I was being a dick.

It's okay.

Yeah, you were right.

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