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Don't be scared, Jefferson.

I'm right here.

Let's go.

I can't believe it's been--

How many years since

I was last out there for a visit?

Nineteen and a half.

How far away

from the city is this place?

Well, freeway'll get you in

fast enough, but the dirt road in's a bit of a haul.

So where is

the nearest life-form?

Wolf pack moved in

a couple of months ago,

and there's a gas station

about 12 miles down to the road.

Uh, "wolf pack"?

Like-- Like real wolves?

Yeah. Can't get rid of 'em.

I've tried everything.

I even sang 'em an aria,

but I don't think they're music lovers,

'cause they're still there.

Place hasn't changed.

Lenore, give it a break.

I love this place.

It's where I met your father.

- It's a cool junkyard.

- It's an auto recycling unit.

It's a dump.

No, no, no. Please, don't--

It's-- Don't touch that. It's brand-new.

I've got some other stuff

over there you--

That you can

knock around with.

Well, maybe your Uncle Darryl

can find some space...

for your own studio

in one of these sheds.

Cool.

Sorry. Animal

has to stay outside.

He's two weeks old.

He'll die of heat exhaustion.

Jefferson's a barnyard animal.

He'll do fine, Lenore.

This is your mom and dad's.

Yep. Spent their wedding night here,

and didn't leave

for 50 years.

I changed the sheets.

Oh!

You've been so brave.

I'm sorry.

So how long, Mom?

It's--

It's temporary.

The settlement should come in any day now.

The accident

was not your father's fault.

I'm sorry.

Mom?

Mom, here's your coffee.

Morning.

Morning.

Breakfast is on the table.

Thanks.

I'm not hungry.

There's nothing wrong with it.

Hello.

Helen?

Helen, wake up. There's a man on the phone.

Says he needs to talk to you.

Uh, I'll be right there.

Oh, I'm sorry

to keep you waiting.

It's okay.

Uh, thank you for coming in.

It was important that we...we talk in person.

Um, do you remember a girl named Sarah Parsons?

Yeah, your-your husband...

He...He came to me to, uh...

um, to seek legal guardianship for the girl.

I remember.

Right before he died.

Yes. Uh, I'm...

I'm sorry for your loss.

This girl is in a... a bad situation.

Her mother was killed

in a car crash,

and her father is, um,

also deceased,

leaving Sarah with no family.

And as trustee to her estate,

I was forced to place her in a group home.

This is her... her case worker's report.

And you want me to take her in?

Well, you've been

a foster parent in the past.

I thought...

Since Robert died,

my circumstances...

- Well, they've changed.

- Uh, of course. Um...

Sarah does have a monthly stipend.

It's not much,

but it...it could help you financially, Mrs. Coltrane.

Well, would you do me one favor?

I'm just gonna be over here.

Okay.

I'll meet her and that's all.

No promises.

Of course. That's understood.

- Quit it!

- Let her down. Now!

Stop it.

You know, I lived in group homes

for five years myself.

One time there was this group of girls.

They peed all over my stuff.

They thought it was really funny.

So I went and I told my supervisor,

and she made them wash it all up.

Then later that night, after the lights were out,

I woke up, and there was this terrible smell.

They had set my hair on fire.

Here. You can look.

Did you make them pay

for what they had done?

I didn't say a word.

My hair just grew back.

So Robert was your husband?

My husband's name was Robert, yes.

He told me about you. Really?

He did?

He said your smile was bigger than the sky

and brighter than the sun.

That sounds like him.

Do you like it?

Blue is my favorite color.

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