Imaginary Crimes Page #4

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Before we go any further...

...let's go over the three rules

by which we live in the mountains.

No. 1...

Dad, we've gone over this 100 times.

We know them by heart.

And I already filled Margaret in.

Three rules by which we live

in the mountains...

You can't be too careful.

Someday these claims

will belong to you and Greta.

You will need to come up

and check on the operation.

That's right. I forgot.

No. 1?

Always carry matches.

No. 2?

Speak up. I can't hear you.

Look for Forest Service markers.

I wasn't talking to you.

I was helping Sonya.

I don't need your help.

Don't snap at your sister like that.

Come back!

There's one more rule to go.

Don't walk away from me.

- What is the third rule?

- Let go of me!

- What is the third rule?

- Let go of me!

Always follow rivers downstream!

God!

Just...!

Anybody down there?

Jarvis, over here!

You okay?

Stay there while Daddy and Uncle Eddie

speak with Mr. Jarvis.

Hello, Ray.

How are you?

Follow me.

It's okay, Sonya.

Okay?

You know that was not too cool.

Making a move like that on Jarvis.

Don't worry.

I've got it covered.

"In my hungry fatigue...

"... and shopping for images...

"... I went into the neon fruit supermarket

dreaming of your enumerations.

"What peaches and penumbras.

"Whole families shopping at night.

"Aisles full of husbands.

Wives in the avocados.

"Babes in the tomatoes.

"And you, Garcia Lorca...

"... what were you doing

down by your watermelons?"

Get this back at the end of the day,

Miss Weiler.

"I saw you, Walt Whitman, childless...

"... lonely old grubber, poking

among the meats in the refrigerator...

"... and eyeing the grocery boys. "

Valery Weiler was addicted to the movies.

She named me after Sonya Henie

and Greta for Garbo in Camille.

No matter what the movie was,

my mother always cried.

The best part is when Bette Davis

is on the stairs...

...and says to the people at the party:

"Fasten your seatbelts... "

"... you're in for a bumpy night. "

Movies were her only social life

outside our small apartment.

Every Wednesday night, we took the bus

to the magnificent Fox Theater...

...with its gilded, golden globes.

Wednesday's were raffle night

and she always wore her lucky scarf.

Oh, Matt, you were right.

We have missed six wonderful,

exciting years.

I've been so blind.

Why didn't you make me see?

Why didn't I make you see?

Put your hankies away, ladies.

Tonight is the night

of the Wednesday-night raffle.

The winning number is:

...nine...

...two...

...five.

Miss Valery Weiler!

My mother's face was flushed.

She always dreamed about winning,

but never expected it to happen.

Now that all eyes were on her,

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