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Well, we picked up your

daughter for shoplifting.

- Tanya! - There's not

gonna be any charges...

but, you know, you may

wanna keep an eye on her.

And next time I see you, you'd better

be giving your valedictorian speech.

Valedictorian?!

She's a terrible thief.

What's going on?

I shoplifted.

I can see that.

Why were you shoplifting,

and more importantly,

where is your mother?

Do you know that

Roy called me,

and the goddamn rent check

is late again.

The district manager requested

her for a bachelorette party.

They... they liked her best.

- How'd you get to the store?

- I walked.

You walked two goddamn miles

to shoplift a light bulb?

I like walking.

Where's your vanity?

Huh?

Where is it?

Mom loaned it to Juanita

for the miss apple pageant.

Where...

where's the TV?

It broke. No, you shouldn't

go back there.

- Why? - Something really

bad happened.

- Roy was supposed to...

- Oh, really?

- What happened, huh? What?

- It was really bad.

You better tell me what's going on,

Lauduree,

or I'm gonna find it

out for myself!

She moved.

She what?

She moved to California!

I'll see you in hell, Tanya.

I haven't seen

Mr. banana in years.

Want me to lay with you

till you fall asleep?

You must be feeling

pretty crummy.

I'm here if you want

to talk about it.

Right.

What were you planning doing

out here all by yourself?

Living.

Aren't you afraid

it'd get lonesome?

You live alone.

I have, for a long time.

I don't want to

leave my home.

I don't blame you, hon.

Let's not talk

about it tonight.

We're wiped out.

Let's get some rest.

We'll talk about it

in the morning, okay?

No, it's not.

It's based on evidence.

Hey, Ree, you up?

Yeah, I'm just working

on a report.

- Well, what time's your bus?

- No, there's no more debate.

Just follow the hot spots.

- Listen to me. Spring

is happening... - Ree!

Hon, you're talkin'

in your sleep.

What time is it?

It's 6:
45. Let's go.

I don't like to lollygag,

so I'm gonna spend the day

doing stuff around here.

Like what?

Well, I gotta pack up everything

to move it to my house.

- Now, I talked to Roy, and he said...

- When did you talk to Roy?

Well, earlier this morning.

- Did he call?

- I called him.

Thought you said we would

talk about it in the morning.

Lauduree, there is

nothing to talk about.

You are 13 years old.

You cannot live here on

your own. That is it.

Why?

Well, for one thing,

the criminal life

doesn't seem to be working

out so well for you.

I told you, I'm working

as a tutor to pay the rent.

- What is it? You don't like me?

- I like you.

Then what is so bad about

coming to live with me?

I can't leave my research.

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