The Butcher's Wife Page #3

He could use a job.

What do you say?

Hey, what are you waiting for?

Get in here

before he changes his mind.

Eugene, come on out here!

Just come on out here!

I want you to go out

and sweep out the back room.

- Right now?

- No. Tomorrow.

And a dollar and a quarter.

You stop back soon.

Thanks. I will.

Love your window.

It's so original.

Thank you. See ya later.

Afternoon, Dr. Tremor.

What would you be needing?

I'm just looking for someone.

He's in the back.

I wouldn't fret yourself none

over Eugene.

- He's a good boy.

- Of course he's a good boy.

Doctor, Leo said the chops

are real nice today.

Good. I'd like to talk to you

for a moment.

Sorry, Doc.

I'm on the clock.

Then I'll just take

a moment of your time.

It's okay. Go on.

Eugene, what are you doing?

- I'm sweeping out the bad luck.

- What?

It's a sedge broom

from Ocracoke.

That's an island off the coast

of North Carolina, where I'm from.

Will you excuse us for a moment?

Eugene...

- Did you forget our appointment?

- I got a job now.

I don't need a shrink anymore.

I don't think he likes

being called that.

I'm sorry.

- Hey, Doc. How's it going?

- I'm fine. Thanks, Leo.

Just trying to have a chat

with Eugene, if that's all right.

Sure, sure.

Take your time.

Honey, what are you doing

cutting up all those chops?

We'll have no place to put them

when the delivery truck shows up.

I don't see that as a problem.

They won't be arriving today.

- They called?

- No, not yet.

- I'm really getting good at this.

- I thought we had an agreement.

You were going to see me

until the end of the summer...

before we decided whether

you need a shrink... psychiatrist.

That was an agreement that you

and my probation officer made.

I'm just a troubled kid, Doc.

Who's been telling you that?

You're no trouble at all.

Eugene, I am thrilled

you found a job.

It's a positive move, but I

don't think it precludes therapy.

We've still got some things

to talk about.

Honey, those chops

are gonna dry out.

Nobody's gonna want

to buy them tomorrow.

It's all in the rhythm, isn't it?

Out of my way, a**hole.

Oh, thank God you're open.

He's standing there with

that little-boy-lost look.

"I'm an artist, so it's cool

if my right brain's oatmeal.

Did Jackson Pollack remember

to bring home veal chops?"

I said,

"Cut it out, Julian.

That stopped being cute the day

you got out of art school.

I pay for the food!

You can pick it up!"

So now I've got a sit-down dinner

for 24 influential critics...

and art dealers

in less than three hours.

I'm hoping one will discover the

bugger and take him off my hands.

Of course you're thinking,

"It's her fault.

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