The Cake Eaters Page #2

All right.

I'll see you later.

Jeez.

The hell is that?

Who is that?

Is that...

I'll be goddamned.

What the hell are you doing

up there?

I didn't get the mail

till this morning.

I would have been here.

I-I've been on the road.

I know.

There's a hole

in Mom's sewing room.

I know.

What happened?

I had to put her

in the hospital.

Diabetes got real bad.

She wasn't walking.

High blood sugars, bedsores.

Had a heart attack

a week later.

It was

a real simple ceremony.

You know, we tried to call you

in New York.

Your number didn't work.

Couldn't get ahold of you,

so...

I'm sorry, Bud.

It's been a long time.

You got a girl

down there in New York?

I haven't been in one place

long enough, Dad.

How about this,

three bachelors

under the same roof?

You don't have

a girl yet, Beag?

Please.

You still dip?

God, that used

to drive his mom nuts.

You remember that?

You're never gonna get a girl

unless you quit

that dip, Beagle.

Did I ask your opinion?

Lighten up.

Here, I thought you might

like to hear the new tunes.

Hey,

thank you.

Wow.

God damn it,

it's good to have you back.

Your mother would be

so proud of you.

Your food's getting cold,

Dad.

Big stuff, kid.

The first round's

on the geezer.

No, no, Dad, it's my treat.

I'll get it.

Really?

Yeah.

Three ginnies.

I haven't seen you

since battle of the bands.

Mike.

How you doing?

How 'bout you?

W-what are you doing?

Restoring old trucks

with my uncle.

Making bank on ebay.

Oh, yeah.

- Yeah.

Nice.

You good here? This is...

- yeah, I'm good.

All right.

What are we, elephants?

To coming home.

What's going on, ladies?

How you doing?

Ladies, what'll you have?

I got to pee.

yeah?

Hey.

It's okay.

Do you want

to shoot some pool, Dad?

No, thanks.

Why don't I play some music?

Make it music.

Hey, guy.

# I heard your mockingbird

don't sing #

Stacy.

I thought

you were in New York.

I was.

Yeah.

How'd it go down there?

Ah, it went, uh,

pretty fast

and pretty slow.

Right.

Stacy, you seen, um...

uh, Stephanie lately?

Sure.

She cuts my hair.

Ah, come on.

# Happening #

# it doesn't seem

you want to be my friend #

# why don't you open up

and let me in right now? #

# all for the best #

# I'm just doing my best #

# and I don't know

what I'm doing it for #

# I will knock on your door #

Where's brother?

Mm-mm.

Steph.

You scared the sh*t out of me.

I'm sorry.

I'm... I'm sorry.

What are you doing here?

Huh?

Aren't you gonna ask me in?

No.

Why not?

Because I don't want to.

You're my friend.

- No, no.

No, you don't get to f...

I want to be with you.

You don't get

to just say that to me

after three years.

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