Homecoming Page #4

- I was. I mean, I am.

She's... She's coming tomorrow. She's

gonna stay at the Fort Pitt tonight.

Because she's drunk?

Tina Westin's mom called me earlier

tonight and told me she saw you

- at The Alley with a drunk girl.

- She got a little over-served.

She didn't want to make

a bad impression.

- That's silly.

- I tried to tell her that.

- You know how women are.

- It doesn't matter.

I'm just so glad to have you home.

Hey!

...to retire his jersey.

Sh*t!

- Sh*t.

- Hey!

Hey!

Oh, my God. Oh, my God. Oh, my God.

Jesus.

Elizabeth.

- Hey!

- Hey.

Hey. What are you doing here?

We're fishing, remember?

- Are you serious?

- You got something better to do?

- How's my number-one son?

- Hi, Dad.

- How'd you sleep?

- Good.

So, Mike, I don't think the Wildcats

are doing so good this year.

- Doug, lay off.

- What? I'm just saying.

Maybe their season wouldn't be such sh*t

if they'd let Mike suit up for a few.

- I doubt it, Dad.

- He can be so modest.

- Whatever.

- When are you picking up Elizabeth?

I don't know.

She's not answering her phone.

Because she's still sleeping.

Come on, we'll go fish,

- we'll pick her up on the way back.

- All right.

Watch your step, man.

You're awake.

What happened?

You don't remember?

Well, I was hoping you could tell me.

As far as I could tell,

you were the victim of a hit-and-run.

What were you doing out there

on the road all by yourself, anyway?

Where the hell was Mike at?

God, he is such an a**hole sometimes.

I mean, he left me

on the side of the road once too.

But at least he had the sense

to come back for me ten minutes later.

I had all this stuff here

for when my mom was sick.

So I took care of you.

God knows what would have happened

to you if I hadn't shown up.

- I want to go now.

- I bet you do, honey.

Unfortunately, for both our sakes,

I can't let you leave.

I mean, I'd just hate to be responsible

if I let you go

and then you collapsed

from internal bleeding

or a blood clot or something.

I had to sedate you

to stop the screaming.

- I need to call Mike.

- Don't worry.

I already called him

and left a message.

I'm sure he'll rush right over

just as soon as he checks it.

That is, if he ever

checks his voicemail.

I mean, you know how awful he is

with the phone.

It's one of the reasons I left him

in the first place.

Don't get me wrong. I adored Mike.

It's just, you gotta grow up

sooner or later, you know?

What are you doing?

- It's just something to help you sleep.

- I don't...

I don't wanna sleep.

Hey, just trust me.

Dude, would you relax with that thing?

She's probably passed out.

She was wasted. Give her a break.

Dude, what am I supposed to do? Let her

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