Mrs. Winterbourne Page #2

I'm so nervous.

Oh, my God! You're soaked, aren't you?

Put it on.

- Yeah?

- Oh, I insist.

Anyway, my dad was a banker.

About a year ago, my dad died.

I didn't know what I was going to do.

I didn't have anybody.

I don't even remember my mom.

I'm sorry.

Feet get big when you're pregnant.

I haven't seen feet this big

since I saw the Knicks.

Well, look at my fingers.

Like hot dogs.

I gotta get this ring off.

- Shoot!

- Oh, no!

"Dear Penthouse, I thought

it would be a lonely ride..."

There's an empty table.

If we move right now, we can eat. Yes?

Be right there.

- He'll kill me if I lose it.

- I'll get it.

- I got it.

- Good.

Wow. God, it's beautiful.

Thank you. Thanks.

- That's so sweet.

- Go ahead, try it on.

- Isn't that bad luck?

- I couldn't have bad luck.

We gotta go.

Here.

My baby.

- My baby!

- Careful, honey.

- Where's my baby?

- Your baby's fine.

- What?

- Your baby's fine.

I wanna see him. Her, it, whatever!

We'll see what we can do.

What you can do is bring me

my baby, that's what.

Right.

Jeez.

There you are.

It's so sweet.

Just like a little cookie.

Hey, leave me alone!

I know what I'm doing!

Mommy doesn't really know

what she's doing. She was lying.

Two legs.

Two arms. Hands.

Toes. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6,

7, 8, 9, 10. Eleven?

No, no. Ten toes.

Oh, you're my little boy.

You be careful with that, cookie.

Those things can do a lot of damage.

Nice digs.

Look at the nice stuff.

Oh, sh*t!

Nurse!

Miss!

Miss, you brought me

the wrong goddamn baby!

It's too bad.

You're a nice one.

Miss! What...?

- Mrs. Winterbourne?

- What?

- How're you feeling?

- You guys got this all screwed up!

Wouldn't be a first.

Remember the accident?

I was in a train wreck!

Who'd forget a train wreck?

- How long have I been here?

- About eight days.

Holy crap!

Where's here?

You're at St. Declan Hospital

in Stamford, Connecticut.

There was another pregnant

lady on the train.

Did you know her?

Did? Oh, Jesus, God!

- Is she dead?!

- Mrs. Winterbourne...

Will you please stop calling me that!

What's that? What the hell is this?!

Nothing. Something to relax you.

I don't need to relax!

I need to straighten this...

Wait. Where're you going with him?

Listen to me. I'm not...

That feels nice.

- Would you like onion rings with that?

- Yes.

Did Dr. Hopley say we could walk?

There's something important

I must tell you.

Are we gonna have a bad day?

I thought we'd have a good day.

We'll be good. It'll be good.

I sounded hysterical before,

so you didn't wanna listen to me.

I'm gonna be real calm...

when I tell you there's been

one major screw-up!

- Is that so?

- Yes, it's so!

Look, I gotta talk to Hugh!

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