Safelight Page #4

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Like I was saying, guys,

men are nothing but trouble.

- Oh, oh...

- Listen to me, girls.

I know from where I speak.

Oh, honey, there are still

some good men out there,

fine men out there.

Still some good men.

Well, I have met most

every man in this state,

and I have yet

to find a good one.

No! The entire state?

Oh, she's exaggerating.

You guys didn't know me

when I was younger.

The entire state is

not an exaggeration.

You might be telling the truth.

Oh, let's go.

I wanna... Let's move.

- Hey, Dottie. Dottie.

- Yes, ma'am.

Did you forget to wear

your underwear again?

Well, of course I did.

Yee-haw!

You okay?

Dad!

Dad! You okay?

Yeah. Yeah.

I'm all right.

You have fun?

Yeah, I guess.

Did you dance?

You know I can't do that.

Hey.

Ah, there he is.

Hey, Charles.

Hey.

Hi.

Hey.

Me and your dad

was just hanging out.

Yeah, Vicki knows all

about cars and Harleys.

Cool.

I grew up being kind of a tomboy.

What can I say?

And I love your dad's

Chevelle and Harley.

They're the coolest.

I figured we could go

to a lighthouse today.

Can't believe how patient

you have to be to do this.

That's what I love

about photography.

Anything, really, if you

look at it long enough,

you get to see what

it's really showing you.

You know what I think, Charles?

I think you're like

one of your subjects.

You've got lots of faces

of your own to show.

Why are you so nice to me?

Why shouldn't I be?

I can't do that.

Yes, you can.

Okay.

You did.

Really.

Whoo!

I'm gonna take your picture.

- No.

- Ah, come on, smile.

Please don't, no.

- Yeah, come on, smile.

- No, please, don't. Please.

- Charles, come on.

- Stop!

I think it's really cool

you're so into photography.

I remember when I was a kid,

after I found out that girls

didn't play for the Dodgers,

I got totally into the news,

and I started walking around

with a tape recorder

and a microphone,

interviewing my mom and dad

and my little sisters.

I was really into it.

I remember I wanted to be

one of those reporters

that goes right into the scene

of the crime or the accident.

I wanted to tell

whoever was in trouble

or whoever had escaped the fire

or whoever's kid had disappeared

that everything

was gonna be okay...

that it was all gonna

be okay, you know.

And what have I got now?

Vicki, can I ask you

something personal?

Sure.

How'd you become a...

Heh.

Sorry, I don't know...

No, it's okay.

It's my life. Sh*t.

Uh, well...

my a**hole father used to

like to take his bullshit out

on my mom and me

and my little sisters.

One day, he just disappeared,

never came back.

I actually managed fine,

even when my mom

was bringing a different

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