Five Nights in Maine Page #4
read, "almost a mainer."
That's it.
Huh.
--It's
George's one joke.
It's funny.
I don't
know about that.
I hate pickles.
Of course, you'd have no way
Uh, no.
Can I get you something else?
Maybe cup of coffee in a bit.
Thank you.
Oh, I'd like dinner to be nice.
Sure.
We didn't need him.
Oh, it's exhausting.
Need anything?
I think I'd
like a cup of coffee.
Hey.
I was beginning to worry
you had gotten lost.
I, uh-- I noticed you almost
finished yours, so, um--
you didn't need to do that.
Thank you.
Want a drink?
Ok.
How do you take it?
Um, I don't know.
How do you take it?
Uh, usually straight.
Drink every day?
Cheers.
Cheers.
Ooh.
So, uh, what are we
making for dinner?
No, no, no.
You-- you've done enough.
What else am I doing?
Ok.
George brought over some fish.
they need to be cleaned.
Oh.
Ok.
We just open them up, gut them.
Wait, am I doing this?
Yes, you are.
You'll be fine.
Outside.
Ann, can I get a plate, please?
Ok!
Thank you.
Oh, not bad for a city boy.
Ugh.
Ok.
Ugh.
So heavy.
Hey, sherwin.
Look at that.
Did you make it?
Oh, no, I'm not that nice.
we have a special guest,
and she made it just for you.
Is it safe to eat?
What happened when
Fiona was here?
Ooh, honey.
They fought a lot.
She meant well,
but it's complicated.
Lucinda had been
through chemo, and Fiona
wasn't here to see that.
It's hard to tell
how sick she is.
She's sick.
How sick?
She has a lot of pain.
She's tough.
But Fiona, she didn't--
excuse my language--
take any of Lucinda's sh*t.
She was really upset
when she came home.
Yeah.
Well, I imagine she knew
she'd never see her mom again.
How would she know that?
She knew.
You know.
I'm sure Lucinda knew, too.
She just thought
it would be her.
It was thoughtful of
you to get some wine.
It's the same bottle Fiona
bought when she was here.
She said it was the only
decent wine they had.
Well, that's true.
That's what happens.
So you seem to, uh, have
a good support system
here with Ann and George.
Paid help is hardly support.
And my brother-in-law just
wants to get into my bed.
Do you doubt it?
I-- no.
But, uh, at least
you're not alone.
I've been alone
since Fiona left.
I just don't know why she
always had to be so tight.
So in control.
Control of what?
Everything.
She always had to have her way.
She was a strong woman.
But it's not that.
It's her rigidity.
Maybe she acted that
way when she felt threatened.
Is my cancer threatening?
She even wanted to control that.
Can't remember the last
time I saw her relaxed.
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