Hannah Free Page #2

the moonflowers had shriveled

and you had

your hairnet back on.

How was I supposed

to cook breakfast

without my hairnet?

You have the most

beautiful hair.

Oh, Hannah.

Don't start something

we can't finish.

Hello, Hannah!

Jesus, Marge, I can hear!

I just can't walk

or see worth a sh*t.

The nurse says you've been

wanting to see Mom.

Of course I have.

We can't have you

upsetting her.

Upset?! Wh...

When did I ever

upset your mother?

All her life.

Well, if that's the case,

it was her choice.

Marge, please let me see her.

We need to see each other.

This is no way for us

to end our lives -

in two separate rooms.

She has her family.

I'm her family!

Please. Don't.

I used to tuck you in!

I told you stories.

I sat with you

when there were storms.

You never knew your father,

but you knew me.

You knew I'd always

look after you.

When you weren't busy...

Going to Alaska or New Mexico.

I sent you postcards.

I sent you presents.

I sent your mother money.

Don't act like

you were there for Mom.

You weren't. We were!

Roy and I were there!

Dammit, you were children.

You had to be there!

Hannah, I grew up

a long time ago.

I lost my Barbara, my daughter,

in a car accident.

I have grown grandchildren.

I cook, I clean, I can peaches.

I recycle my newspapers.

And once a year we drive

to the Mackinac Bridge

and I have a little piece

of fudge by the water.

And then we drive home.

And I mow the lawn.

But when Mom needs me,

I come.

You always came

when you darn well pleased.

You don't know

anything about it.

I will tell Mom

you asked after her.

She was a cute little girl,

but she's been

a pain in the ass

ever since she joined

the Baptist Church.

Hi.

Are you Grandma Hannah?

What?!

The nurse told me

I should speak with

'Grandma Hannah'

about my project for school.

Grandma Hannah?

Jesus Christ,

don't call me that.

Sorry, she must have... uh...

What?

Women's Suffrage?

The Civil War?

What is it you want

my sage advice about?

I'm busy.

The Depression.

I went to Alaska.

Caught everything I ate

except chocolate.

Are you writing it down?

I voted for Roosevelt

because I liked Eleanor.

The war broke out,

I lied about my age,

I joined the WACS,

and I flew planes.

I invested in computer stocks

in the 50s.

That's how come

a Depression rat like me

can afford this beauteous

single room in Hotel Hell.

That's it. Posterity.

You get asked this a lot.

They send all you in here.

Perk me up.

What in the hell

do you think I am -

the public library?

Go ask your parents

what it was like

getting raised in the 60s.

My parents are dead.

Well, so are mine.

Please, take me home!

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