Tiger Eyes Page #3

...alright? We're going

to go over this next week.

So, where are you from anyway?

Atlantic City.

Oh, that's in California,

right?

New Jersey.

Oh, New Jersey, uhm,

I guess I was thinking of,

uhm, Studio City.

That's near L.A.

Atlantic City...

That's where the Miss America

pageant started out, right?

Right.

You want some?

My father only drinks

the best vodka.

No...

I'm good.

Ignore them... They're "stomps"

just slightly above Neanderthal.

So what division

is your dad in?

At the lab.

My dad?

Um...

He's uh, away...

In India right now.

Oh, my dad went to India...

Hey, Davey.

Ready to go?

Whenever you are.

- Bye, Daddy.

- Alright.

See you later, Mr. W.

Stay off the beach...

- And be home by ten.

- Don't worry, Daddy.

I mean, how can I not worry?

What happened?

Are you okay?

It's... it's probably

the altitude.

I mean, you're new here.

Hey, where are you going?

Don't you have class?

Hey!

Hey!

You new around here?

I bet you can't tell your ass

from your armpit.

- Hey.

- Hey.

It's the tiger.

In the flesh.

What were you doing up there?

See those caves?

Tiwa people lived in them 800

years ago... my ancestors.

Your ancestors?

Yeah...

Now that part of my family

lives in a pueblo

thirty miles that way.

All I know about my family

is my great grandmother

lived in Atlantic City,

in a boarding house...

Like...

two thousand miles that way.

I think you mean that way.

Right.

That way.

- We have a lot in common.

- I was thinking the same thing.

Get yourself a decent pair

of climbing shoes

and I'll take you up there.

Wait, to the caves?

You have a bright smile,

Tiger... But sad eyes.

You want to talk about it?

- No.

- Okay.

Maybe someday, but...

just not right now.

Yeah. Whenever.

What's wrong with Mom?

Oh, you know...

She's just got headaches.

Is she gonna die?

No, Jase.

She's not going to die.

How do you know?

Because I know.

What if she does?

Will we stay here with

Uncle Walter and Aunt Bitsy?

She's not going to die, Jason.

What if she does?

Then, yeah.

I guess we'd stay here.

See the Big Dipper?

I think so... I want to.

Everything's going

to be alright.

I promise... Okay?

It has to be.

This time you've bitten off

more than you can chew.

I can handle it.

You better, before it starts

to affect my work.

I don't have time for this.

Shhh! She's my sister, Walter.

This is important to me.

She needs more help

than you can give her.

Then I'll make sure

she gets it.

Yeah and your niece, oh man.

She's no piece of cake, either.

I know what I'm doing.

Well, I hope so, Bits.

I hope so.

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