Housesitter Page #5

Why don't you

pick up the phone...

- and call the boy.

- I don't think that would be a good idea.

For the time being, why don't you

send messages through me.

George?

Well, suppose you...

Oh, just tell him please,

for God's sake, come home.

Oh, George.

Um, come in.

Come in!

Hello!

- Edna!

- Hello.

- Oh.

- Good morning. Is it morning?

Oh my.

- But if this isn't a convenient time...

- No, it's fine. Come in.

- I didn't mean to come before you...

- That's all right. I'm awake.

- Or dressed.

- Whoops.

So I see you've already found

a spot to put your chair.

Oh, yes.

Well, I'm just trying it out.

Oh, what's that?

It's just a little something

to help you get started.

Oh no,

I really couldn't.

Wow!

After all,

he is our only son.

Let's go spend it.

Hi, Davis.

Hi.

Martin,

I've been thinking about the house

in Dobb's Mill, about selling it.

- Sell it.

- I could pay back everyone I owe money to.

I agree. Could you

take a look at this?

Keeping this house is like

hanging onto the past.

- The only entrance is through

the air conditioning duct.

I was trying to solve that.

I think it's preventing me from having

any real relationship with another woman.

Right, with

Denise or Patricia.

Or like

that waitress the other night.

- The one who didn't speak English?

- Very interesting woman.

- You've got people exiting

into a wall! - Uh-oh.

- Did you sleep with her?

- Oh, gee, you know...

Yes, and I woke up in the

middle of the night...

- completely tied up in knots.

- Okay!

No, I mean

as in anxiety.

And I did this horrible thing;

I left.

I know what it is, it's Becky.

I gotta close the book on that.

- I'm gonna sell the house.

- There you go.

We just talk and talk.

There's so much to talk about.

We have this amazing communication.

It's like Chinese food.

Excuse me?

- Like on Thursdays

and you can't deal with dinner?

He comes home with this

big bag of Chinese take-out.

It's just...

like he knew!

- That's amazing.

- I know, Chinese food. Can you stand it?

That's fabulous.

Are you finished

with that?

Mmm. Ooh,

that's good.

So, you were starting to tell me

how the two of you met.

Oh, right.

I'm crossing

Boylston street...

and this moron doing a right on red

plows right into me and then takes off.

- We never did catch him.

- Were you hurt?

My nose was busted,

both cheekbones were cracked,

and the front of my jaw

was fractured.

They had me all taped up

like one of those mummies...

and all you could see were

my eyeballs and my lips.

- My God!

- So I'm in this hospital room...

and I'm sharing it with this woman

who works for an architectural firm.

Davis came in and

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