An Unfinished Life Page #3

to be seen just about anywhere.

Well, Fish and Game

said he'd settle down in a few days.

Of course, they also said

he'd eat anything, which he doesn't.

I don't get it. Nobody would pay five dollars

for the mountain lion I used to keep in here.

How's Mitch?

He's dreaming about the sea.

I always wanted a boat.

My dad used to take us out.

It was so great.

What happened to the lion?

He died.

Lucky lion.

Hello, Griffin.

Well, it says here you might have

already won $15 million.

Probably ought to

send it in for you, though.

Probably the same damn odds

as losing a kid early.

You got that done.

You should know

your wife came back.

You could have steered her

someplace else.

Just 'cause you're dead

doesn't mean you can't be useful.

See you tomorrow, boy.

Kid sure looks a whole lot

like you, though.

Top to bottom.

Mom!

- Hey!

- I missed you.

- Guess what. I got a job.

- Really?

I start tomorrow.

So how was your day?

Not so great, huh?

Man, I'm tired.

I think half the people we served

this morning came in just to look at you.

Here you go.

- What's this?

- Your half of the tips.

I thought you said

you were used to being on your feet.

I'm not used to telling everyone I meet

where I've been the last ten years.

Well...

Tell 'em you went crazy.

Tell 'em you've been locked up.

That's what I've been telling 'em.

Looks like we did real good today.

Guess I got you to thank for that.

Maybe I'll have some music

on Saturday night.

Of course, then again,

you'd have to dance with Billy and Wayne.

Oh, that'd be a sight.

Can I help you?

I'm Einar Gilkyson's daughter-in-law.

Yes, I know.

Did you want to come in?

Thank you.

- Any calls?

- Nothing.

Homemade lunch, you know.

You got something there

you want me to see?

It's a police report.

But I didn't press charges.

A shelter worker in Iowa thought I ought to

check in with authorities when I got settled.

He was my boyfriend.

But, um...

The report's not for this time.

It was for another time.

I'll make a copy.

That's it.

What are their names?

- Who?

- Your cats.

They don't have any names.

How do you tell 'em apart?

I don't tell 'em apart.

Goddamn cheap-ass, Mickey Mouse,

foreign goddamn part...

Oscar and Charlie.

Hi, Charlie.

Is that there a water-pump belt?

Why don't you use the one

out on the tractor?

Why don't I use the one

out on the tractor?

Hey, are you mumbling

over there or something?

The tractor belt's twice this size.

- Really?

- Yeah.

Oh.

Don't we have some

spare belts in the barn?

I got a great idea.

Why don't you go back in the house?

Well, uh, damn. I was...

just trying to be helpful.

If you don't want my help,

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