Future Weather Page #4

Lauduree, you are

not a scientist.

You are a minor

without a mother.

I am in the middle

of finding out

That fix a greater

proportion of CO2

in the atmosphere

than oaks.

If you make me leave now,

I'll have to abandon

six months' of data.

Lauduree, look,

I know that you are an extremely

self-sufficient girl,

but even if I could abide you

living out here on your own,

the state would come in,

and they would take you away

and place you

in a foster home.

Now, is that what

you want? Huh?

And anyway, I am not gonna be

around here to bail you out.

Ed and I are movin'.

- What?

- Yeah.

To Florida, just as soon

as the house sells.

I'm not going.

Well, you can take

those trees with you.

No, I can't,

because pinus taeda

will not survive in

a tropical climate.

And guess what?

We're running out of time!

Well, you really don't have any

choice in the matter, do you?

Do you realize the situation

your mother's placed us in?

You had a piece of

hair sticking up.

It looked cool.

How do you know

they'll survive?

I think they'll do just fine.

Can't promise,

though, can you?

No, Ree, I can't,

because there are all sorts

of things in this world

that are beyond my control.

Like what?

Like a fungus.

Or you could mow them over

like you did mom's stargazers.

That was a mistake

for christ's sake.

Just tie a ribbon around them,

they'll be just fine.

Not if you've tied 'em on.

I'm gonna get ya!

Hey, you want me

to make you a scar?

- Nah.

- Yeah? Come on!

Don't be such

a fuddy-duddy.

I'm not. I just don't

like looking weird.

Well, I'll make you

look pretty, then.

I don't want to look

pretty, either.

- What do you want to

look like, then? - Mom.

- Mom.

- Hmm-hmm?

Mom, look what I found.

Pretty.

Will you take my picture?

Sure.

Where'd you get this?

Tommy.

I gotta get my

portfolio together.

Tout de suite, cherie.

This is the big time.

Mew. Another.

I wasn't ready.

Okay. Okay.

Cheese!

Hey. I'm gonna

smoke a cigarette.

Why don't you go on in

and say goodbye?

I'm just saying,

don't bug me about that.

Don't...

I'm sorry.

I'm not mad. No...

I'll call in to work.

No, what are they

gonna say?

Yeah. I know.

I'll call you back. Bye.

Thanks, Ed.

It's, um...

It's really big.

You're welcome.

So what's this I hear about your

mom driving to California?

She wants to be

a makeup artist.

Well, I just want to say,

Ree, how sorry I am.

She's not dead.

What'd she say?

She didn't die, Ed.

That's awful, Ree. I would

never say something like that.

Hon, you want to

start up the grill?

Sure.

Oh... I got you this too.

Thought you might like it.

Everybody's doing the

best that they can,

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