Far from Heaven Page #4
It just seemed right.
Well, thank you, Mr. Deagan--
for finding it.
Please, call me Raymond.
Thank you, Raymond.
Everything looks wonderful,
by the way.
Good.
I think we got everything
pretty much under control.
Well, it can't have
been easy... taking over
for your father so quickly.
Well, between Pop's business,
my, uh, shop...
and taking care
of my little girl,
doesn't leave much time
for reflecting.
I didn't know you had children.
Just the one--
Sarah's her name.
And how old is Sarah?
Eleven.
Well, I'm sure
she's a lovely child.
You and your wife
must be very proud.
Well, um, Mrs. Deagan,
my wife, uh,
passed away when
Sarah was about five.
Oh, Raymond,
I'm so sorry.
Thank you.
Sarah and I,
we do just fine.
You know,
I got a picture
of her somewhere.
There she is.
That's my Sarah.
Oh, she's darling.
Look at those eyes.
Now, what's this I hear
about a shop?
Oh, yeah, the plant shop.
It's just a little place
down on Hawthorn.
Started out as
a service for gardeners...
till I opened the store
about six years ago,
and, uh--
Well, it's the only thing
that business degree's
been good for yet.
Why, that's marvellous, Raymond.
You should be very proud.
Well, I am.
Uh, if youre ever
in the neighbourhood,
be sure to stop by.
I certainly will.
All right, then.
Thank you.
Youre welcome.
If thats
your father--
Don't worry Sybil,
I'll get it.
Hello?
Frank,
you haven't left yet?
Oh, no.
Not again.
All right.
Good-bye, dear.
He isn't
coming home again?
No, he's going to be late.
Father never wants
to come home.
Janice, he most certainly does.
He's just very busy at work and
under a great deal of strain.
Yeah!
Shut up.
Janice, that's enough.
Sybil, you know what?
Wrap up Mr. Whitaker's plate.
I'm going to run down
to the office...
and take it to him myself.
All the way
downtown?
It's not so very far.
Anyway,
the children are fine.
Knowing Mr. Whitaker,
I'm just saving him another
night of pretzels and coffee.
Thank you.
I'm just dropping
something off for my husband
on the 12th floor.
Mr. Whitaker. Thank you.
All right.
Frank?
Oh, Frank.
Frank?
Cathy.
Mr. Maynard...
Left an estimate
for the roof.
I put it
in the kitchen.
Twelve hundred something.
Cathy--
I can't.
I don't--
What?
Eh, you see, uh--
Once,
a long time ago,
a long, long time ago,
I had, um,
um, problems--
I just figured that was--
that was it.
I-I never imagined--
You had problems?
Y-Yes.
You, uh, never
spoke to anyone--
a-a doctor?
No.
No one?
I don't understand.
Neither do I.
What if-- I mean,
there must be people who--
I-I don't know.
Because--
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