A Bag of Hammers Page #4

- Are you really do that?

- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Hey, what're you doing?

Come here.

It was an accident.

So you're new here,

aren't you, this year?

Yeah.

What school did you come from?

Luther Burbank?

No... Louisiana.

We just moved here.

After the hurricane?

That must have been scary.

Yeah.

Well I'm glad that

you're here now.

I'll keep my eye on you,

and if any of the kids

give you a hard time

I'll have them suspended.

Understand?

Okay.

- Can I go now?

- Mm-hmm.

- I'll see you tomorrow.

- Yeah, see you tomorrow.

Hi, Mom.

How was your interview?

The same.

What happened to your face?

I got punched.

Yeah, I can see that.

Let momma see.

- I think it's cool.

- No Kelsey! It's not cool!

- Who hit you?

- One of my friends I made at school.

We were playing chase.

It was an accident.

Well go put some ice on it.

We don't have any.

Well, there then.

Keep that on there.

Go do your schoolwork.

- You got arrested? Really?

- No, not really.

But it was close.

- We did a valet job... Nothing fancy

- Mm-hmm.

but I got caught speeding

in a school zone

and then the next thing we know

we've got boyfriends in Chino.

You guys are stupid.

Well, we got out of it Mel so...

Yeah, but you could have

gone to prison. A Felony.

Come on!

I just don't understand

how you can live like that.

I wonder what's

in the pie case today.

Pie is in the pie case

probably, Ben.

Let me just check it out.

I just don't know how you

could come here every day.

It's easy.

I get up in the morning

and I go to work, that's it.

So do I. That's it.

No, what you do

isn't work, it's-

Well it pays my bills.

And sometimes yours.

That's not fair.

Look, you can't be

a thief forever.

What are you going to do?

I mean, come on!

Go back to school, get a job.

- F*** it-I could get you a job here.

- Are you nuts?

- Stop it.

- Me? Waiting tables?

- Wiggling?

- Don't you dare insult waiting tables.

- Just don't.

- Okay, I'm sorry.

I'm not made to, you know,

sling bacon and juice

for whatever shithead

sits down in a booth.

So what happens when you

luck runs out? Then what?

This never runs out.

You've got to be kidding me.

Says the girl who's

wearing a waffle.

Don't. Don't. I don't want it.

You too good for it?

You're gonna start paying

your own tuition?

Ben. You're leaving.

Okay.

- Alright.

- Did you stick your fingers in my pie?

I barely touched it.

I find it difficult to listen

to Mel's version of reason.

We've had a plan,

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