Run the Tide Page #2

Ball!

Come on,

Oliver!

Let's go!

Protect the plate.

You got it.

Ball! Two strikes!

Fastball right over

the plate, buddy.

You got it!

- Strike three!

- Batter's out!

This music is lame.

I'm hungry.

Okay.

Just one more song.

Damn it, Rey!

Lights out!

Well, look what

the cat drug in.

Hello, Dave.

Hey.

Want some help?

Uh, nope.

I got it.

Thank you.

Hey, sis,

you okay?

Uh, yeah,

I'm good.

Thanks, Dave.

All right.

I'm gonna

have a smoke

if you need me.

Thanks.

You know,

you've gotten better.

What?

The song

you played

tonight,

it was

really good.

You heard it?

Yeah.

I was outside.

Oliver was giving me

a hard time,

so we stayed

out there,

but, yeah,

i saw you play.

Okay. All right.

So, uh,

what song

did I sing?

Um...

It went a, a little

something like this.

Is this tuned?

Yeah.

Okay, cool.

All right.

Okay. All right.

Thank you.

I believe you.

You were here.

Oh, my gosh. Stop!

Okay.

Thank you. Thank you.

Stop. Thank you.

I believe it.

All right

I'll tell

you what.

I'll stop

if you

sing for me.

No.

No?

No.

Okay.

Fine, fine.

You want

to hear it?

Okay. Okay.

All right.

All right, get ready.

Mmm-hmm.

Front row.

Good.

Okay.

That was the one.

Why don't

we go out

to our spot...

Like old times?

I don't know.

I, um...

I have to

get up early

for a flight.

Well, I gotta be up

in, like, five hours

to take Oliver

to school. So?

I tell you what.

Why don't

we drink one down

for your dad?

Those look

like a seahorse.

My dad

used to tell me

all the names

of the constellations

when I was little.

God, he hated it

when we would

sneak off together.

Yes, he would.

Well, you were lucky.

Why? That my

dad hated you?

That you got

all that time

with him.

The only thing

i knew about mine

was when I would

do something

to piss Lola off,

she'd go on

and on about

how I was just like him...

The way I look,

the way I talk...

Way I furrow

my brow.

What, like this?

Well, I always thought

that was the cutest

thing about you.

Well, she

didn't think so.

Anyways...

To dead dads.

Okay.

To the good ones.

Yeah.

And to the screw-ups.

I don't want you to

take this the wrong way,

but, um,

seeing you earlier

at the gas station...

You know,

it made me sad.

Well, I got Oliver.

And he needs me.

I know.

I've always

loved that about you.

What? That I gave up

my life for

someone else?

No, that you

loved him enough

to give him a life

that you couldn't have.

If you could find

a way to leave...

I could help you

get on your feet.

Oh, man, I'm sorry.

No.

No, I'm sorry.

I just, uh...

No...

It's okay.

Michelle.

Hey, what time is it?

Oh, sh*t.

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