Mischief Night Page #3

you're a big girl now.

With a life

of her own.

I should get

a life too, right?

Mmm. Exactly.

And say, she said,

spotting the perfect segue,

I am a big girl,

with a life of her own, so...

So what?

Well, you know Jimmy?

Yeah, I know Jimmy.

Well, you know his dad has that

cabin up near Mount Arthur?

And?

And...

He invited me to go up for the

weekend with him and his family

and he's going to teach me

how to ski.

- He's gonna what?

- Teach me how to ski.

You know,

that thing where people put sticks on their feet

- and roll down mountains?

- Oh, no.

Oh, honey, come on now. You know,

I wanna say that's a bad idea.

- Why?

- Well, because...

- What, because I'm blind?

- No, don't be ridiculous.

We both know blind people

do anything and...

- Well, then why not?

- Well, because...

Because of Jimmy?

He is an idiot.

Well, duh, he's an 18-year-old boy.

They're all idiots.

So? Can I go?

I'll be worried about you, Em.

- I'm a big girl.

- No, I don't care.

Look, plenty of people

with perfect vision

go skiing every year

and break their necks.

Even 17-year-olds, Miss Emily.

Now, what if

you hurt yourself?

I won't hurt myself.

I'm gonna take a lesson. Start out slow.

And if I'm good enough,

I'll go down the easy slope with

Jimmy guiding me the whole way.

Jimmy? The idiot? Right.

He's been skiing since he was five.

Never broke a thing.

Including a book.

I promise, I can handle myself.

Hey, Sharon.

Yeah. I... I remember,

it's right behind the red house.

I'm... I'm looking forward

to it, too. Okay. Bye.

She can't wait to see you.

Apparently.

Cool.

And? So?

Fine. But please, come back

in one piece, please.

You too, lover boy.

I am gonna change.

Yeah. Good idea.

Emily?

Emily? What happened?

I don't know.

Oh, great.

Great. They're egging

the house.

Right, Mischief Night.

Okay, good.

Calm down, Dad,

it's just some kids messing around.

Son of a b*tch!

- Hey!

- Oh, man!

Hey!

A**holes.

Why the hell

would they hit this house?

You okay?

I gotta clean that

before it dries.

Shh!

You thought you could

sneak up on me.

How the hell did you know?

Because you smell like someone

who's been playing football

for two hours.

You know what I think?

I don't think you're really blind at all.

I think you've been lying

this whole time.

That or you're Daredevil.

I wish I could see you.

Trust me, you don't.

I'm hideously ugly, so...

So are you ever gonna

finish unpacking?

Or, like, I don't know,

like decorate a little?

Decorate? You mean, like,

hang posters?

Okay, when you say it

like that it sounds...

Wait a minute.

Did you color your hair?

Oh, Jesus, you can feel that?

Yes.

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