An Unfinished Life Page #5

Steak, chicken?"

- Einar.

- What?

Is her being here gonna ruin you?

- The woman killed my son.

- Oh, come on.

It was a car accident. They call them

accidents because it's nobody's fault.

No, they call them accidents

to make the guilty feel better.

- Is that so?

- I don't give a damn what they call them.

My son's dead.

Your granddaughter's not.

And neither were you.

Have you thought about

how she's gonna remember you?

You know, come to think of it,

I don't feel like playing cards tonight.

Put that bottle someplace

where I don't have to look at it.

You know anything about pickup trucks?

Aw, sh*t.

Hand me that half-inch

socket wrench, would you?

No, no, no.

Shiny one on the top.

Yep.

Do you wanna see what I'm doing?

That's it.

- OK, see these screws here?

- Mm-hm.

This one I'm tightening, this holds

this thing up which holds the pan up.

If this thing comes loose when you're

driving, you'll be sitting on the road.

And that's not what you want to be doing...

How come you and Einar don't get along?

You're practically his daughter.

What I am is his dead son's wife.

He's always been really good to me.

He's the first friend I met here.

I am not in the mood for their crap.

I'll take 'em.

- The special today is the enchilada plate.

- Thank you.

They're good enchiladas.

Served by good people.

I'm a good person.

I'm also a woman who's taken more

than her fair share of sh*t off men.

Don't push me.

I mean, I couldn't even take a pinch of crap

from two little cheesedicks like you.

OK, crank it.

Again.

Again.

Take your foot off the gas.

Take your foot off the gas!

Is that for lunch?

It's for a bear.

Who the hell knows

what a bear eats anyway?

Did I ask you to do that?

Don't bears like honey?

Winnie the Pooh does.

- Oh, hey.

- Thought you were sick.

Haven't seen you for a few days.

It's only a two-restaurant town, so I try

to spread the county's money around.

Meatloaf. Can I have onion rings

instead of mashed potatoes?

Onion... Sure, I'll ask.

Could you give me a ride home after work?

Sure.

He looks like he's dancing.

Well, maybe just happy to see

a girl with a sack of meat.

I'll give you some here.

Why don't you toss this in?

- He likes the honey.

- I think he does.

Is that really the bear

that hurt Mr. Bradley?

He's the one.

I don't wanna go right home.

- Not just yet.

- You don't?

Can't we just drive a little?

Here's the thing.

I'm gonna be here about three more weeks.

I'm afraid I'm not gonna get through it.

Three weeks, huh?

I don't wanna be in love, Crane.

Don't start without me.

- What's that?

- A flower.

That's not a flower - it's a weed.

It's pretty, though.

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