Mothers and Daughters Page #4

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dead south of 63rd Street.

Downtown might as well be

another country to her.

Besides, don't you want people

to see how cool you look?

I do look pretty cool.

[phone rings]

See?

[laughs]

Hi.

Yeah, I'm fine.

Yes, that's me.

Told you.

Uh huh. Got the

tickets at work.

[laughs]

Shh!

What?

T-that's not a guy, mom.

That's Tricia Williams.

Yeah, my roommate

from Andover.

Remember?

We're on FaceTime.

I've gotta go.

Yeah, she's having

some personal problems

and I'm helping her

out with some stuff.

Well, good of you to

help out an old friend.

So where did she end up?

Rutgers.

Isn't that a state school?

A perfectly good waste of

prep school education.

Stop it, mother.

She got into Yale

early decision,

same school that

waitlisted me.

-Yes.

-Not everyone can afford Ivy.

But you are a Princeton grad,

in the entry program

of Wells and Kinney.

Yes, you know what, I did

graduate from Princeton,

where I magically made

it off the wait list,

and I did magically get into the

most competitive Entree program

in all of Manhattan.

I have to go, mom.

But the markets are closed!

Look, I thought maybe we

could hang out a little

bit and, you know, I'd

like to hear all about

what's going on.

Nope, still working.

I'm making a delivery

for one of the partners.

Delivery?

Yeah.

That's how they

break us in.

Can you believe

the bastards?

I gotta catch the subway.

I'm gonna lose you.

Why don't you take a cab

or, you know, call Howard.

He's downstairs.

[door opens]

Hey.

Hey.

-Okay?

-Yeah.

Tony?

Tony!

Will you set the

table please?

Dinner time.

Every time.

Did you hear

from Becca today?

What do you think?

I think it's time

for me to call her.

Don't.

She's mad at me.

She's gonna be just as mad at me

when she finds out the truth.

You know, this isn't

just happening to you.

I know that, Peter.

I don't know what to do.

Maybe we should just let

her process things and

come to us when

she's ready.

How is she gonna process

it if she doesn't know

everything is

what I'm saying.

Well she's not gonna

talk to you either.

Maybe.

Tony, how do you feel about

leaving your Aunt Becca

a message?

She's not my Aunt Becca.

-Come on.

-You guys are liars.

You lied to her

and you lied to me.

Maybe if you weren't so

afraid of a fight,

we wouldn't all be living

a total and complete lie.

Don't talk to your

mother that way.

I can't believe how

weak you guys are.

You lied.

You could've just

told us the truth.

Oh yeah?

You have no idea what

you're talking about.

You're right, dad.

I don't know what I'm

talking about because you

never tell me anything.

No, no. Let him be.

Let him be.

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