The Best of Me Page #4

Do you want to go,

yes or no?

N0.

You're a bad liar.

I like that.

I'd like to do this

again sometime.

I'd even shower and show up.

How about that?

- You promise?

- Yeah, I promise.

I guess I wanted to do that.

I wanted to do that, too.

Good to know.

I wouldn't mind doing

that again.

Then do it.

Now first thing that Tuck

stipulated was for me to apologize

on his behalf for

any inconvenience.

He asked that I pass on

his gratitude

for your being here

and your friendship always.

His words.

He would like you

to spread his ashes together,

outside the cottage

of Vandemere.

There is to be no funeral,

no reception,

nor store-bought bouquets.

Not a dime is to be

spent on frivolities.

- Again...

- His words.

Thafs right.

He asks that you pack up his things

and he would like you to go through it,

and take whatever you want.

He left instructions that his assets

be liquidated and that the proceeds be

donated to the American

Pediatric Cancer Society.

The only asset not to be sold

is the cottage at Vandemere,

which he left to you both.

Now, typically, in situations

like this,

one party will buy the

other out,

unless you're interested

in joint ownership.

- We're not.

- No. No.

When he was in the hospital,

he wrote these. Mm-hm.

Excuse me. He would

like you to read them on your own.

Well, you still living

around here?

- Baton Rouge.

- Yeah?

- I see you gut married.

- 18 years.

Nice. You guys got kids?

- Two.

- Boys? Girls?

You know, we don't have to do this.

Ask the questions, tell our stories,

pretend to want to know

about each othefs lives.

Well, I do want to know.

We're not here for a reunion.

We're here for Tuck, so...

How about this? You go to the house

today and I'll come out tomorrow.

And we'll meet out at

Vandemere tomorrow afternoon.

We'll say our goodbyes.

- Does that work for you'?

- Yeah.

Bye.

L'm sorry.

You remember that thistle problem

I had in the garden last year.

Thistle is one tough weed.

You can't pull it or mow it.

You have to dig it out by the root.

While I was digging,

I got to thinking about you and Dawson.

You have wounds that

have never healed.

You've lived with them so long,

you don't even know they're there anymore.

Pain has deep roots.

The only way to dig it out is to

forgive him and forgive yourself.

- Don't you get bored out here?

- Completely.

When are you gonna let me

get my hands dirty?

You want

to get your hands dirty?

Absolutely.

What? This dirty'?

No. Dawson,

you're not gonna do...

'Cause I'm the grease monster

from the bayou!

Stop it!

Dawson! Don't!

You're gonna get rne all dirty,

you little punk!

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