Here Alone Page #4

Come on.

- We can swim.

- Really?

- Yeah.

- You hate swimming.

- You hate swimming?

- Just in lakes.

I don't like not seeing

the bottom.

- Alright.

This right here, it's for all

the marbles.

- Okay, come one.

- Big ol' dinner and swim time.

Alright? Here we go.

Oh wait, no, no, I slipped.

- Oh, nope, nope.

That was a false start.

Give me one more shot,

I get a second shot.

Come on, now.

- Oh my god,

something just touched my foot.

Did it again.

- What?

- Nothing.

- It's not nothing.

- It's nothing.

Yeah, it's nothing.

Oops, sorry.

See you later.

Mmm. Never thought I'd miss

this sh*t.

Oh, you want me to make you one?

I'm really good.

Let me try.

There we go.

Little beet.

Little olive.

There you go.

It's good, right?

Need more cheese, though?

Here.

Come on.

Want some cheese, Liv?

- She looks like mom.

I mean, not the hair but.

She's good at this stuff,

you know?

I mean, if it was me,

I would just be like, ah!

Is that why you want her

to come with us?

I mean, 'cause she's good

at this kind of thing?

- Now, where would we be if

she didn't find us that day?

I'd be dead and you'd be alone.

Nobody deserves that.

Not you, not her.

I want her to come

because of you.

Because she takes good

care of us.

Because I wanna take care

of her, too.

- Can I try that on?

- Sure.

- How did he ask you?

- Well.

I found out I was pregnant

on a Friday.

It was late and I told him.

And he just looked at me

and he left.

At midnight, he came

back, smelling like liquor

and he just sat down

at the edge of the bed

and showed me a ring.

He didn't asked me,

but I said yes.

And then we went to bed.

I think it came from a pawnshop.

Part of me didn't care.

Somehow I knew that was the

only way it would happen.

- Chris took my mom to Maui.

He asked her on the beach

during a sunset.

She said it was the best day

of her life.

It's nice.

- It is.

Sorta weird to think it was

someone else's

before it was yours.

- Yes.

Okay.

I'll be back.

Mama loves you, okay?

Alright, you know that?

You know how much I love you?

Bye, baby girl.

Bye, sweetness.

Okay.

Shh, mama's here.

I'm so sorry I left you.

I'm so sorry.

I'm so sorry.

- Y'know, I don't

know anything about you

other than the fact that

you're stubborn.

- I'm not stubborn.

- Aha!

Only stubborn people

instantly deny being stubborn.

- It's called entrapment.

- Maybe.

But now we know beyond a shadow

of a doubt

that you, Ann, whatever

the hell your last name is,

is stubborn.

- You're good at that.

- What exactly?

- Making me forget why I'm here.

Goodnight, Chris.

- Goodnight.

Come with us.

- We've talked about this.

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