The Boy Who Could Fly Page #4

-Sure.

-Thanks.

What were we talking about?

Eric?

Eric, get away from the edge!

What are we doing?

Hey, wait a minute!

Why are we doing this?

l don't think we should be doing this.

Get your mother, Louis!

Are you sure you want to do this?

This may not be too good of an idea.

Milly? Hello?

Mom, come quick! Emergency situation!

Milly, careful.

Milly!

l'm okay, Mom. Come on, Eric.

Honey, be careful.

-No problem, Mom.

-Where are you taking him?

There's a window over here. We're okay.

Mil?

You okay?

Milly?

-We're fine, you guys.

-All right! Way to go!

-You coming down?

-Yeah. Just a sec.

Eric...

you're safer out on the windowsill,

so don't go on the roof again, okay?

Something tells me

you know what l'm saying.

You're just not letting on.

'Bye, Eric. You stay here.

Don't shake the floor, please.

There we go.

You see, you can't start on a bottle

until the cork lands on its feet.

lt's very frustrating

when it takes a long time.

On the other hand, it's quite delightful

when it happens on the first toss.

Care for a drink?

No. No, thank you.

-Are you calling me a drunk?

-No.

Why not?

Well, because it wouldn't be polite.

Polite.

Well, it's more polite to be called a drunk

than a madman.

Wouldn't you agree?

Yeah, l guess so.

There you go.

l do believe we haven't met.

My name's Hugo Gibb.

l'm Milly Michaelson. l live next door.

Eric was out on the roof,

so l helped him back inside.

What on earth possessed you to do that?

l was afraid he would fall and get hurt.

Afraid he would fall?

Would you be afraid of a balloon falling?

Or a bubble dropping?

Or a feather fluttering to the ground?

No.

There you go.

lt's past your bedtime, Louis,

so make it quick.

Well, it was weird, that's all.

First your story about Eric and the BB gun.

Then Uncle Hugo telling me

how Eric can't fall.

That's because Uncle Hugo

does enough falling for the both of them.

l hate people who can't hold their liquor.

Your mom's out for the evening.

l have an idea.

Banana.

Nectarine.

Rum.

Will you give me

some of that Tanqueray over there?

l don't know about this. lf my mom knew--

Would you stop with ''if my mom knew''?

lf l did everything my mom said,

l'd be a nun. You're 14 years old. Live.

Okay.

-This looks, like, really disgusting.

-lt's like strawberries with a little....

Hey, to Uncle Hugo.

Look at him.

-Scary face.

-Yeah, very scary.

Give up, John. Admit who you are.

What?

Change the channel.

No.

This is romantic.

lf Eric wasn't the way he is...

would you...

consider him handsome?

l guess he'd be okay

if he didn't have the brains of a goldfish.

-Geneva!

-What is it with you and Eric?

That's all you ever talk about.

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