Amy & Isabelle Page #6

I told him that was it.

I have this dumb hole

in the lining of my coat.

I hate all my stupid clothes.

- I didn't do my Spanish homework.

- You can copy mine.

Miss Lenien will know.

The answers will be right.

Here, like this.

It just takes practice.

You better go in.

Amy...

I'm taking a shower,

and then I'll start dinner.

This math teacher of yours that took

Dayble's place, what's his name?

Robertson. Why?

- His wife left him.

- Really?

I thought I'd dropped a pea

on the floor. I guess not.

How do you know that she left him?

Jackie Tucker took a class

with her at the college evidently.

Honey, if there's a pea rolling around

I wish you to look carefully.

I don't want any mice in the house.

Here.

Put this in the refrigerator,

if you can't find that pea.

- How come she left him?

- I don't know.

Poor man to have his

wife run off like that.

Maybe he doesn't care.

Hello?

- Hello?

- Hi there.

Who is this?

I was wondering if

you like vanilla ice cream.

Who's calling?

I know I would like to lick you.

Is that okay? Would you like

that? You like to be licked?

- Hello?

- So guess what?

I'm running along at six months.

Can you believe I'm pregnant?

Well, with a child it's always

worry, worry, worry.

Sure.

- But Amy's really turned out.

- You handled her well, Isabelle.

You know, I had a thought.

I might be able to use

Amy here this summer.

This is not something Dottie wants

anyone to know at this stage, but...

apparently she's gonna need time

off, she has to have an operation.

- Female trouble.

- I see.

- Goodness. I hope she's all right.

- Nothing serious I think, but...

Well, we could use the extra help.

Filing, tracking invoices.

You know, simple stuff.

It's really very kind of you.

It's almost too good to be true.

Amy's starting to save for college.

Great!

Thank you again.

Did you wanna see me?

I'm telling you, he's the nicest

boy you ever knew.

See, I just don't buy that.

Yeah. When a 15-year-old kid starts

selling drugs, something's wrong.

Well, I'm not saying,

something is not wrong.

I'm saying,

sometimes you can never tell.

- You can tell.

- I was just reading the other day...

about some boy in Texas. Good

looking, popular, perfect student.

Goes home one night

after a basketball game and...

...stabs his mother with a fork.

- "A fork"?

Tell me, Rose, what kind

of damage did this fork do?

I believe she was

in critical condition.

Sometimes, there's no warning.

You reap what you sow.

I've always believed that.

It's not that simple.

Well, children learn things.

I think, don't you?

What are you saying,

Madam Ovary?

That my cousin taught her son to go

and sell marijuana in the streets?

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