Losing Isaiah Page #6

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so hard for fall apart.

Hey,

what are you doing in here?

Nothing.

Looking for Gussie.

Oh, she's in the hall.

Thanks.

- I'll call you tonight.

- Yeah.

Pop the hood.

See you, buddy.

- Bye.

- I'll call you tonight.

- Bye, Daddy, bye, Daddy.

- Have a good trip.

Take your ticket.

Take me, please.

You wouldn't like it, sweetie.

It's in a big city with...

it smells,

in a big room

with men with no hair.

Bye, Daddy.

Bye, Daddy.

Sorry.

Oh, don't be sad.

Daddy will be back

in two days.

Look who's here.

Aw... two days.

You know what two is?

One, two... that's not long.

Besides, Heidi's going

to take you to the park now.

Then after the park,

you're going to take a nap,

and drink your apple juice.

Use your sipper cup.

And Mama's going

to come home

right after work like

I always do, okay?

Good night.

Uh-huh, and you're going

to draw me a picture?

Yes.

- Of what? Of an airplane?

- Yes.

With two wings,

flying up in the sky.

- Up in the sky!

- Up in the sky, yeah.

How many wings

does an airplane have?

Two.

Two! How many hands

does Isaiah have?

Two.

And how many eyes

does Isaiah have?

Two.

And how many kisses

is Mama going to get?

Two.

Oh, you're my boy.

Okay, have fun at the park.

I want to race.

Okay. Bye-bye, honey.

Bye, Mommy.

W-W-W-W-Whee!

Okay, now, guess

where we're going?

Where?

To the park.

What are you going to go on

when you go in there first, huh?

The slide?

Ah, push.

Ready? One, two, three, up.

Good boy. Okay.

Heidi, over here.

How you doing?

Good.

So, can you come?

I don't know.

I'm pretty tired.

So, can you get off?

I don't know.

They're supposed to go out.

Hello, Isaiah.

I get so nervous.

Hi.

Hello?

Hello?

Miss Richards.

You're late.

I'm sorry.

Gussie said

you was a real good lawyer.

Yeah. Now, she's explained

some of this to me,

but there's still

a lot of holes here.

She tells me you'd like to

reinstate your parental rights.

You gave your child

up for adoption.

Now you want him back.

No, I never gave my child up

for no adoption.

You left him in an alley.

You abandoned him

and made no effort

to find him again.

Legally, that's the same thing.

Well, that's 'cause

I thought he was dead.

No one ever sent you any letters

informing you

of his whereabouts?

Nope.

Or of the Lewins'

intent to adopt him?

Mm-mmm.

Now, Miss Richards,

you know

you couldn't read very well

before you went into

the rehab program.

You sure you didn't throw

away any official papers?

No. I ain't never got no papers.

Not even in jail?

If I would've got some papers

like that,

don't you think

I would've remembered?

You don't like me all that much,

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