Pieces of April Page #3

She's white, she's got her youth,

her whole privileged life|ahead of her.

I am looking forward to|hearing about her problems.

That's the short version.

- Oh, my.|- Goddamn!

If I told you the long version,|you wouldn't have cried.

And she's how old?

She had me when she was|my age, so she's 42.

- I'm 42.|- You're 45.

I can't imagine.

The truth is, none of us know.

Eugene here could be|chewin' on his supper

and choke to death|on a turkey bone this very day.

We just don't know.

But to realize your time is almost up,

and you have one last chance|to do the things you love,

and be with those you love...

Goddamn!

You poor thing.|Your poor mother.

Yes. No.

You must have|a special relationship.

We do, yes. We're very close.

More like sisters.|She's like, my best...

You don't get along, do you?

No, not at all. Never have.

- Oh, dear.|- Evette.

I know, baby, I know.

Look, sweetie, we have|our own meal to make.

- I understand.|- But, wait, don't move.

Tina's comin' with the boys|about 2:00?

- That's right.|- And Glen will be late, as always.

Do we even know|if Rasheed is coming?

- I know what you're thinkin'.|- 'Course you do.

You always know|what I'm thinkin'.

Here's what.

We'll put off|cooking ours until 10:30.

That'll get you started,

and then you'll have|two hours plus to find another oven.

How's that sound?

- This yours?|- Yo, I got a message for you.

- What?|- Tyrone's lookin' for you.

- I don't know no Tyrone.|- Yeah, well, he knows you.

This is a nice thing|you're doing for her.

- Not really.|- It is. It's a nice gesture.

- Isn't it nice, Eugene?|- I have a question.

"Nice" writes letters,|"nice" goes home to visit.

You mean you haven't been back?

- Hell, no.|- Not since she got sick?

It's... she likes it better that way.

- I don't believe you.|- Believe me.

- I'm the first pancake.|- What do you mean?

She's the one you're|supposed to throw out.

- Now I have a question.|- What?

Did you stuff it?

Has the bird been stuffed?

- Yeah.|- With what?

A... stalk of celery... I don't know.

Celery's good.

- Onion.|- Onion's good.

Mostly it's just|the mix from the box.

You used store-bought stuffing.

Yeah. Is that a bad thing?

No, it'll be fine.

What was I supposed to use?

I'm sure it's a great brand.|A fine brand.

You don't use store-bought stuffing.

Please, Eugene, your first turkey.

Need I remind you|of that half-cooked affair?

The meat all pink,|no flavor whatsoever,

and the next year,|your burnt the poor bird.

You remember that, right?

No, I don't remember.

That's why I'm here, baby,|so you don't forget anything.

Yeah? Thanks a lot.|Pass me them beans.

April, don't worry about it.

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