The Eyes Of My Mother Page #2

Do what?

Go home with people.

Neither do I.

Okay, so we both

have an excuse to be awkward.

Is this your mother?

Yes.

She's beautiful.

She was.

What was she like?

She was a wonderful mother.

What else?

I don't know.

I don't know.

Come on. Anything.

What did she do?

She was a surgeon in Portugal.

What kind?

Eyes.

When I was little,

we used to do

the dissections together.

I remember I was fascinated

by how the inside

of the body looked.

She always hoped I would

be a surgeon one day.

I dissected a cat once

in school.

That sort of stuff

always grossed me out.

What happened to her?

I'm sorry.

I shouldn't have asked.

Someone killed her.

What?

What about your dad?

I killed him.

No, really.

Really.

What?

You're not serious, are you?

Yeah.

What's wrong?

Nothing.

I'm sorry.

That wasn't funny.

So sorry.

No, I'm-- it's okay.

I, um,

I should probably think

about heading home soon.

Why?

Please don't go.

- I can just call my mom.

- No. No.

I'll drive you home.

No, it's okay.

I'll drive you home.

Please don't go.

- Please don't go.

- No, no,

- it's um...It's okay.

- No.

I am-- listen, I'm just

kind of tired.

I'm just gonna go.

- Please.

- I'm-- I'm just gonna--

- Don't go.

- I'm gonna go, okay?

Please, stop.

I'm just a little tired, okay?

- It's okay, little guy.

He's just, he's a little fussy.

It's okay.

Would you mind putting that

back in his mouth?

Thank you.

Oh, baby.

Don't cry.

So, you're just up

this way, right?

Uh, yes.

Okay.

Have a wonderful afternoon, okay?

You think I could just

hold Antonio?

I'm sorry.

We-- we really have

to get going.

Please, can I hold him

just for a little bit?

- Okay?

- Okay, okay, just do it quick.

A quick one. Yes, of course.

Of course we can.

Hey, baby.

Come on, little guy.

Yeah, we made

a new friend today.

Look at that.

She's just gonna hold you.

Mm-hmm.

Ooh, boo, boo,

boo, boo, boo.

It's okay. It's okay.

Okay, so you just wanna

hold his head up.

Hi, baby.

- Good job.

- Hello, baby.

He likes his little...

His little...

What are you...

Saying?

What are you doing?

No.

No! Stop!

Please, don't hurt him, please!

Don't hurt my baby!

Stop!

Please don't hurt him!

Please, don't hurt him, please!

Hey, baby.

- Don't scream.

- Please don't do this.

- Please give him back to me.

- Baby.

- Please get away from him.

- Oh.

Man:
Mr. Loren,

I advise you to call

this party off now.

The ghosts are already moving

and that's a bad sign.

Mr. Loren:
Let me apologize for my wife,

she'll join us later.

- What will you have?

- Woman:
Scotch Ann.

- Mr. Loren:
Doctor?

- Doctor:
I'll have the same.

Mr. Loren:
Now, before the party begins,

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