The Lucky One Page #2

He looks harmless.

He walked here from Colorado.

Tell him you hired somebody else

or something.

Why do I have to tell him?

You're the one that doesn't want him.

Do you want to hire a crazy person?

Are you crazy?

I beg your pardon, ma'am?

My granddaughter thinks

you might be.

No, ma'am.

Yeah, well, you look like a sharp,

capable young man.

You tell me why there's a sharp, capable

young man wanting a job cleaning cages.

Because it seems like peaceful work.

My last job wasn't.

Where were you? Wall Street?

No, ma'am. I was in the Marine Corps.

Marine Corps.

Hey. Down.

- Train him yourself?

- Yes, ma'am.

You're a good boy.

How'd you get him to leave?

- I gave him the job.

- You what?

Well, we gotta hire somebody.

You don't know anything about him.

Neither do you.

Just needs a little tender loving care.

I'll take it.

I got tools and lumber and the like.

You're welcome to them.

Thanks.

Come on.

You know, you don't need

to be here until 7:30.

I couldn't sleep.

Figured I'd get an early start.

Well, we had a whale of a storm.

That lovely thing came down.

That's where we store everything

up there.

- Teslin. Here's your new boss.

- Hey, boy. Hey, boy.

You ready to go?

- Who's that?

That's just somebody that Nana hired.

Aren't you forgetting something?

Come on, baby,

we don't want to be late.

Dad doesn't like it

when I practice in the house.

So maybe you can practice

on the porch.

- The little one.

- Hey. How you doing?

I put Duckie in your backpack

for tonight.

What's he doing?

Can you believe that he got

that old thing going?

Good Lord.

You know, I'm substituting

for Julie next week.

It's only a couple days, but...

Why don't you go back full-time?

It's been almost a year.

I know how long it's been.

Do you think that he has an off switch?

I hope not. Ha-ha-ha.

Can I help you?

The hell you doing around here?

Is there a problem, officer?

There will be, you don't answer

my questions when I ask them.

I work here.

Put your hands on that bench. Ahem.

Why?

Boy, you wanna do this at the station?

A soldier boy?

"Sergeant Logan Thigh-bolt."

It's Thibault.

- And I'm a Marine.

- Mm-hm.

Well, where's everyone at, Thigh-bolt?

They're all out. Do you want me

to give Beth a message?

- ho.

So it's Beth, is it?

You just tell Beth I'll see her at 4.

You should come.

You never know, you might have fun.

You've always loved their house.

- Save your breath. I'm not going.

- Why not?

You know I can't stand Judge Clayton

and his fundraising extravaganzas.

Mom, check it out.

Hey. That looks great, sweets.

You look very handsome.

Hey, Dad.

Hey, wait. What in the world

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