A Walk in My Shoes Page #4

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"Who's Justin?"

"Who's Justin?" Are you kidding me?

My brother! You're getting really weird.

So, can we just go? Please.

Mom? You okay?

Uh... Yeah. Yeah, I'm okay.

You know what?

Can you not call me Mom?

Because I am not your mother

and I am not okay.

We'll just go to my house and I'll prove it.

All right.

See... There she is, okay.

Dana! Dana! Come on, open the door.

Let's go!

I need to get in. Open the door.

Dana, Dana.

I have lunch

with Cameron on Thursday.

Let me in. Come on, open the door.

Yeah, let me call you back.

Someone's at the door.

- Come on!

- All right.

- Hi, sweetie. I thought I was...

- Can I help you?

Very funny.

- I'm sorry, who are you?

- Enough. Enough.

- Look, just let me in. Just tell...

- Mikey.

Yeah, Mikey, who I am.

Okay. Look, I don't know who you are, lady,

but I want you to leave.

Mom, come on, let's go.

- Please,

don't do this. Look at me.

Look at me, I mean, it's different clothes...

My dad's a cop, I can get him here

in five minutes.

- Dana, you know...

- Mom, come on!

Okay,

you're really starting to freak me out.

You stink at calculus, right?

Does the whole world know I stink at math?

That's it. I'm calling my dad.

- And my mom will be home any minute.

- Dana, I am your mother!

Look at me! Look at me! I'm your mother.

Dana, come back. Open the door!

Open the door, I am your mother.

- Don't you recognize me?

- Mom?

Dana!

Mom.

- Come on. Let's go.

- What's going on?

I can't believe you don't remember

our address.

Address?

I don't even remember the street.

Stop. Stop! We just passed it.

Okay.

On the corner. You're out of control.

- Oh, wow.

What?

Maybe somebody bought

that house next door.

Check out that truck. What a monster.

Come on, Mom. Come on. Let's check it out.

I'm coming, I'm coming.

- Come on, Mom, hurry up.

- Okay, you're so bossy.

Awesome wheels!

It would be great for off-roading.

Imagine the engine on this thing.

- Hey. You like trucks?

Oh, yeah.

And my dad, he really loved trucks.

Hi. Cindy, I'm Jake.

- Sorry.

- Hi.

- So you live next door?

- Yeah. Just for a bit.

- I've been hired to fix the place up.

- Yeah, well, I can understand that.

That Suburban of yours is running pretty

rough. Better get it checked out.

Oh.

- Well...

- Well...

Well, I guess I better get my stuff

moved in to the house.

It's nice to meet you, big guy.

- You, too.

- So long, Cindy.

Oh, sorry. Yes.

What a monster.

- You okay?

- Not so much.

Mom, I'm hungry.

Hungry, right. Okay, okay. Okay.

Well, what do you normally eat?

- Peanut butter on toast.

- Peanut butter.

Hmm.

- What is that?

- Cannelloni cavolfiore.

Sort of. Just eat it, you'll like it.

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