Amy & Isabelle Page #5

- And you don't do that at work.

- I probably do.

Come on in.

I marked a page for you.

"To a young girl."

- Can I keep lt?

- Of course, lt's for you.

I can't believe lt. I love Yeats.

What are you thinking?

I'm glad I met you.

I'm glad I met you too.

Can I give you a ride home today?

Do you think anybody would mind?

Your mother would mind...

if your math teacher

gave you a ride home?

Of course not.

There's a dirt-road

coming up on the left.

I grew up in a white house

not much bigger than this one.

You did?

There was a vacant lot nearby.

Kids used to play ball. I didn't

specially like fitting with them.

- How come?

- My mother drank.

So I took long bike rides

to get away from home.

That's too bad.

The life and trials

of Peter Robertson.

I flunked out of college,

you know.

Then I worked with handicapped

kids for a while...

then I went back to school. I was

gonna major in psychology, but...

What a beautiful smile you have.

But I had a friend mathematician,

through him I got interested in it.

My mother thinks that

psychology people are crazy.

I'll tell you something,

you're mother is no dumb.

Sweet Mary, mother of God.

You get whiplash working here.

A cat got your tongue?

I'm sorry, I just don't know

what to say to anyone.

That's all right. Hell, you don't

have anything to say, so be it.

Unless you mind me

talking like a magpie.

I can't be quiet for 5 minutes,

unless I'm asleep.

- But I like that.

- Well, then we're all set.

Have a nice evening you two!

In April, I had actually felt some

wonderful change was on lts way.

After the snow and cold winter,

It seemed, I can't explain lt...

as if our lives were on the verge

of something large and new.

And Amy, thank God,

was more talkative...

more interested in school.

I felt redeemed.

Will you be staying

after school again today?

- Spanish?

- Math. Math help.

Not help. A few of us are good,

the teacher's giving extra stuff.

He says it's almost college level.

My father was good with numbers.

Maybe you inherited it from him.

I like English better.

So anyway, if I'm late I'll call you,

so you won't get worried.

And the upcoming of spring

stirred memories.

Deep in my heart, I understood the

terrible longings of Emma Bovary.

There was no one in Shirley Falls

who would have believed lt...

but I understood the devastating

powerof a physical love.

The knowledge of It stayed

inside me like a living thing.

I broke up with Paul.

You're kidding. Why?

Stupid mother accuses me of

being pregnant. Stupid cow.

- She said that to you?

- To Paul.

- She said it to Paul.

- What a b*tch.

So Paul came over

last night and...

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