Glass House: The Good Mother Page #5

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No! No, that's not it at all.

There was a bed right here.

Okay, enough. Let's go upstairs.

I'm so sorry.

Abby, come on.

Come on.

- Drive safe. Bye.

- Okay. Bye-bye.

I made your favorite.

What about the kids' dinner?

Isn't this perfect?

Eve?

Honey?

Honey, talk to me.

It'll be different this time, I promise.

Chicken.

Peas. Salad.

Wine.

Perfect.

Drink your wine, Raymond.

Sit up.

You have chores.

Afterwards, maybe you can go

with your mother to run some errands.

Get you out of the house.

Raymond.

I'm sorry.

No worries.

I'll be in the office.

Hi there.

Raymond said I have chores.

Sit down.

Relax. Take it easy.

Oh, would you mind finishing

the dishes I left in the sink?

- Okay.

- Great. Thank you.

- What'd you do?

- I don't know!

- Cut myself!

- Eve, Abby hurt herself.

Oh, God. It hurts really bad.

Oh, my God!

Don't move.

I want to go to the hospitaI.

Eve was a nurse, Abby.

Oh, dear. Look at that.

It's okay, it's okay.

Can't be clumsy

when dealing with glass, Abby.

It was already broken, Eve.

What are you doing?

- Be still.

- I don't want that.

- It's okay.

- I really don't want it.

It's okay, Abby.

Now, you ever had stitches?

Hold still.

Oh, my God!

Raymond, hold her.

Oh, my God!

- This is what a mother does, Abby.

- My God!

She comforts her child.

Heals her when she's sick.

Corrects her when she's wrong.

Oh, my God.

She does it because she wants to.

Expecting nothing in return.

Oh, my God.

That's all I've ever wanted to be.

Oh, my God!

To be a good mother.

- What is that?

- This is for pain.

- I'm not in pain.

- You will be.

- But he promised.

- Your father is very busy.

He doesn't have time

to drive you to a cemetery.

- He's not my father.

- Ethan.

He's not.

Don't, Ethan.

What are you doing

out of bed, Abby?

I don't feeI well.

What did you give me?

I can make you some eggs.

No.

Toast?

No.

You have to eat something.

Ben Koch called yesterday.

I told him about your condition.

Yesterday I was fine.

No, Abby, you've been

in bed for three days.

He said he'd stop by when he could.

Eat up, baby.

- Oh, my God, Ethan.

- Help me.

- Are you okay?

- I'm reaI sick.

- Oh, my God.

- Okay, doctor, thank you.

Yes, fluids. All right,

thank you very much.

So he said to just keep doing

what we're doing.

That dehydration is the danger.

Was it food poisoning?

I don't know, honey.

I mean, we all ate the same thing.

- I wanna use the phone.

- Why?

I wanna call Ben

and tell him about this.

- All right, I'll call him tomorrow.

- Why can't I call him?

Because it's 3:
00

in the morning, Abby.

Eve will take care of it.

And I want you in your

own bed tonight, all right?

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