Five Nights in Maine Page #6

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Well, we don't want to

have a double funeral.

I will tell you when

i make up my mind.

We have a plot

next to her father.

Well, she didn't

want to be buried.

Oh, I wouldn't be

too sure about that.

She always wanted to

be next to her father.

I didn't bring her ashes.

Ok?

I'm gonna go rest upstairs.

The house smells like smoke.

I was smoking on the porch.

Not a good time to

pick up old habits.

Thanks for the advice.

Want some salad?

Please.

We could use real plates,

even if it's just sandwiches.

Ann didn't want to do dishes.

More?

Uh-uh.

Thank you.

Your leg seems better.

You're not limping around.

You should, uh, go

in the living room,

be more comfortable.

I was just on my way.

Stop smoking in my house.

Thank you.

Thank you.

This sandwich wasn't half bad.

Sorry, what?

I just said the

sandwich was fine.

That's good.

You really should get

some sleeping pills.

You look like you

haven't slept in ages.

Well, my wife just died.

My child died.

My child.

I know that.

Why do you act so pious?

It's pathetic.

It's a good thing you

never had children.

Oh, I'm sure you think that.

You would.

Don't presume to know me.

I can see why she

never came here.

Oh?

She just did.

Look how that turned out.

That wasn't my fault.

No?

No.

I saw how she came

back from here.

That was you.

How dare you.

Liar.

Excuse me?

I found her ashes.

So what?

Why did you come here?

Trying to see what

she was hiding from?

The truth is she just

wanted to be different.

She spent her whole life trying.

And you-- you were just another

way to make her feel special.

She always needed

to feel so special.

You could have been anyone.

Hi.

Sherwin?

Hey.

You forget about me?

No.

You forget to call your sister?

All right.

You ok?

Yeah, I'm fine.

I'm coming home.

Thank god.

I've been worried about you.

Yeah.

I'll call you when I'm back.

All right.

Drive safe.

Lucinda.

Lucinda.

Morning.

It's afternoon, I think.

You must be hungry.

I-- I brought you a Danish.

How did you get here?

Ann drove me.

Took me all morning to

convince her to leave me,

she shouldn't have.

Oh, I get my way, too.

Sometimes.

I needed to see you

before you left.

Ok.

Can I take you home?

I'm pretty cold.

I brought a photo to show you.

That's Carl, my

husband, holding Fiona.

I was so young when I met him.

You would have liked him.

He was smart, too.

I put my life on

hold after Carl.

You don't have to do that.

Fiona hated me for

the life I chose.

She certainly wouldn't

want it for you.

I'm not sure it's that easy.

No.

No.

It's not.

I couldn't do it.

But you?

You try.

It should

have been me, not Fiona!

I don't regret coming.

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