Nine Lives Page #5

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I taught you how to read and write.

You know better.

I used to pretend that you were my baby...

and that we were gonna run off

and live somewhere else.

I mean, isn't that amazing?

The mind of a child.

How are you?

I'm good.

How's school?

I made Phi Beta Kappa.

Nerd.

Any boyfriends?

Girlfriends?

- No.

- I thought, you know... I...

Hey, you never know

where love is gonna show its ugly face.

What bedroom are you sleeping in

these days?

The one in the front.

And is your bed on the bathroom side

or under the window?

Under the window.

Does Kelly Escalante live next door still?

- No, she's in Denver.

- She flew!

What made you think of her?

She could see my bedroom

from her window.

Jesus.

Hey, what was that song we used to sing,

from pre-school?

You know,

the one about the planting of the seeds.

You know, you know.

With fertile ground

I don't know. Come.

I know it.

Come, come, let's do it. You know it.

It's...

Inch by inch

- Right?

- Yeah.

Row by row

I'm gonna make this garden grow

All I need is a rake and a hoe

And a piece of fertile ground

Pulling weeds

Picking stones

We are made from dreams and bones

Need a place to call my home

When the rain comes tumbling down

You can't live like this, Holly.

I know.

God damn.

Go on. You said you'd go. Go.

No, no, no. Don't come any closer.

Okay.

No, I don't.

God, I didn't think it was this swank.

- It's swank, isn't it?

- He's got money.

You always say that.

They're rich.

It's okay.

It's good to have rich friends. Thanks.

- Don't be an a**hole.

- I'm your a**hole.

Martin Smith for Damian Stone.

I could get used to this.

Don't.

Why not?

- It could be.

- No.

They are who they are. We are who we are.

I like the sound of that.

"We are who we are."

- I thought they hadn't moved in yet.

- They haven't.

- They're just showing us the apartment.

- Why?

They just want to show it to us.

- Then we'll go out.

- Jesus.

Look, look.

They're like children off to school.

They've lived through so much.

They've shared everything.

I love you.

- Maybe it wasn't tonight.

- You wish. It's tonight.

I want to see them.

Yeah, right.

They're not picking up.

They're in, though. I'll call back in a minute.

You think something's wrong?

Nothing's wrong

except they love to f*** with us.

What?

Probably laughing at us right now.

Jesus, are you nuts?

Paranoia. Hey.

Come sit with me.

- You can't smoke here.

- I know that, Mom.

You look like a hood.

- Not good enough for you?

- No.

Not the man you want

for the father of your children?

Go ahead, sir. 207.

Make a left

when you come out of the elevator...

then another left at the end of the hallway.

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