Half Light Page #4

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I know.

It's this

weekend's chore.

It's the gate, isn't it?

What?

Why you're so sad.

You left the gate open.

You haven't been able

to go out there since

he died, have you?

RACHEL:
All right, ready?

All right, here we go.

Now face this way.

Okay, good.

Okay, let's smile.

Smile.

MORAG:
He's beside you,

your son.

He's dripping wet.

He follows you everywhere.

He's trying to hold your hand.

What's she been saying?

More of her psychic

mumbo-jumbo?

Listen, don't worry,

she'll say anything to get

somebody to talk to her.

Watch your fingers. Jim,

get us that dustpan and brush.

(Knocking on door)

MORAG:
Yes yes, I can hear her.

I'm not answering.

- RACHEL:
Is anybody here?

- I should have never

have gone to see her.

I don't want to talk

about it anymore.

I'm not listening.

You can keep talking,

but Im not listening.

I'm not getting out

of this chair

for the love of god or money.

I can't save her.

I can't save anyone.

Things are gonna get worse.

Rachel. Come in.

Do you think it's possible?

Do you think I could be

getting messages from him?

I don't know.

Maybe.

Maybe the dead miss us

even more than we miss them.

I've replayed it so many times.

If Id only gone out to play

with him like I said I would,

that this never would

have happened.

And I keep thinking of him

in the water, struggling,

and I wasn't there.

I'm the mother.

I'm supposed to be there to

protect him, and I wasn't.

I came here thinking

that I could write,

and that everything

would be okay.

And you know what?

It's not okay.

It's not okay,

and Im not okay.

Rachel, shh.

Shh shh shh.

(Romantic music playing)

(Celtic ballad playing)

What is this?

It's an old Celtic ballad.

"Caileag an stoirm."

"Girl in the storm."

It's beautiful.

I finished your book.

Did you learn all about me?

Maybe.

Here.

I made something for you.

To inspire you.

I'll leave a key out for you...

so you can come up

whenever you want to,

in case Im out

fishing or something.

Look,

it's mother-of-pearl.

I love these.

Do you know the old

Celtic legend about them?

- About those?

- Yeah.

No.

Come on.

First,

we have to bury it together.

- Together.

- Right.

And then if one

of us ever returns

and digs it up, then...

then we were meant

for each other?

Well, actually,

I don't know because

I just made it up.

Very Celtic of you.

You know, I was thinking

that exact same thing.

Do you know Mary,

Finlay's wife?

She's having a little

birthday thing

in the village tomorrow,

and I was thinking

that maybe you'd like to go.

I'd love to go.

So like, 2:
00?

hey, Rachel.

I'll see you tomorrow.

(Motor turns over)

RACHEL:
"she lay there

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