All language subtitles for road_to_avonlea_s06e13_homecoming

I'm not trying to paint you into a
corner, Felicity.

Here,

let me get this for you. No, thank you.
I'll do it.

I was only wondering... Well, now that
you're no longer considering medical

school as part of the picture, have you
given any thought to exactly what it is

you do want to do?

Well, I have thought about it. I just
haven't come to any conclusions.

Well, no one's rushing you.

There's no point in running into
anything pell -mell.

You just take your time.

That's right, dear.

We have every confidence that you'll
find something that suits you.

Sooner or later.

What in the world, Felix?

What is it, dear? What's the matter?

A telephone call. A long -distance
telephone call came in at the general

They're going to call back in half an
hour.

It's on health sanitarium.

That's silly.

Oh, dear Lord, no.

I could make some tea if anyone...
Janet?

It's been more than half an hour.

Oh, I don't recall.

So far away.

She's all by herself when she's so far
away.

Try not to fret.

Avonlea General Store?

Yes, operator, he's right here.

Alec.

Hello?

Yes, yes, this is he.

I see.

Yes, I know what an X -ray is, Doctor.

She what?

That's wonderful.

She's coming home.

Are you sure that she's well enough,
Doctor?

All right, I'll be on the next train.
Thank you, Doctor.

She's coming home.

Sweetheart. Oh, mother.

I'm so much better. I honestly am.

Mind, Cecily. You needn't overdo it.

Good to see you, Mr. King.

Mrs. King.

Dr. Sparrow would like to have a word
with you.

This way. I'll show you.

These are your daughter's lungs.

See for yourself.

Completely clear.

Does this mean that she's cured?

It means the disease is dormant for now.

For now?

And with proper attention, it may stay
that way.

Oh.

You mean she's not really cured?

Ah, when you're ready, Mr. King, I just
have a few papers for you to sign. Oh,

certainly.

Are you coming, Cecily?

My good luck charm.

The last girl to have this bed left it
here when she went home.

Yes, poor Janie McCauley.

Well, she'll be glad to see it again.

What do you mean, again?

The child has suffered a relapse.

A relapse?

It need never happen to our Cecily.

Just be sure, my dear, to take adequate
care.

Live each day to the fullest, yes?

But pay heed to Dr. Sparrow's
instructions and do not overexert

Don't you worry, Mrs. Macaulay. She'll
settle down in no time.

Hello, Janie.

Mr. and Mrs. King, the car can take you
to the station now.

Look after our settling.

I'm not coming back here.

I know it.

Hey there, sis.

I almost missed you. All right, all
right.

Let's get Cecily out of this damp cold
before she gets chilled.

Yes, she'll be standing around in the
snow. We've got to get our girl home.

That's right.

Cecily's cured, is she? Well, the
doctors say her lungs are clear.

Let's hope they stay that way.

Yes.

Pray they do.

You're right, Miss Ray. I feel fine.

I'm not a bit weasier anymore.

Oh, now, let's get those damp clothes
off.

Hello,

Digger.

No,

Digger. Cecily, Cecily, don't let him
lick your face. Come on, dear, get this

damp coat off. Doug.

Oh, dear.

Well, welcome home. You know, we fixed
all your favorites for supper.

Oh, you must be hungry, no?

Such a long trip and nothing but
hospital food to fortify you. So, come

down. I don't think that's such a good
idea, Hattie. She's tired out from the

trip. Let's get you upstairs to bed. I
can stay down. I'm not the least bit

tired, not now. We've worked like demons
on supper.

Oh, yes.

Candied yams.

Call it potato.

No, no. You really should get upstairs
and lie down. Doctor's orders. She

be allowed to stay down if she's not
feeling... Felicity.

Cecily. You remember what the matron
told you. But the matron isn't here now.

I'm fine.

Cecily. Please don't treat me like an
invalid.

I'm home now.

I want everything the way it was before
I left. Of course you do.

That's right. Well, things aren't likely
to be the same again. Now, come on.

That's right. Off you go. Off you go.
Felicity will bring you up a plane.

Gus mailed this just after Christmas.

In Jamaica, the sea is an impossible
blue.

The days are like the most perfect days
of summer, and at their ends, the sun

sinks into changing colors beyond my
words to describe.

The days are shorter, though, than our
summer days at home, and my evenings

so long, especially when I think of...
You don't want to hear that part. Sure I

do.

I suppose I should write to Gus and tell
him about my decision to not continue

on with school.

I don't know what to say.

Gus always understands everything.

Why should he? No one else does.

Mother told us that you helped Dr. Snow
deliver the Pritchard baby.

Too bad about poor Colleen.

It's so terrible to see someone your own
age.

I know.

But you saved the baby.

Mother told us she was so proud of you.

Really?

Tell me about Colleen's baby.

Oh, you should be here.

She's got Colleen's big eyes and these
chubby little cheeks.

I told her husband, Seth, that I would
stop by every now and then to see how

he's doing on his own.

The least I can do.

All right, you two.

Seth, you'll have to climb out.

Felicity, can you help me strip her bed?

What for?

Father told me to take it apart. We're
moving you to the summer kitchen.

The summer kitchen?

At this time of year, she'll freeze.

We slept in plenty of cold air at the
sanitarium.

You just have to wear a hat and plenty
of covers.

But do you really think that's necessary
at this stage?

Order's from the doctor.

You're to keep up the sanitarian regime.
Healthy food, exercise, and plenty of

cold, fresh air.

If you want to argue to Mother, it's up
to you.

A good scotch broth. This'll build
certainly up.

He wants some more barley, Janet.
Something to stick to a lassie's ribs.

And some more onions.

Cut the congestion.

Onion for congestion.

What's next? Eye of mute?

We'll thank the peanut gallery to keep
their helpful comments to themselves.

A proper diet is very important to good
health.

But the curative value of an onion?

What Cecily needs is to be allowed to...
What Cecily needs is good healthy food

and plenty of it. Thank you. We know.

I didn't mean to criticize.

Cecily, dear, where are you going?

Just to the barn.

Well, dear, we've decided you need a few
days of routine.

Oh, I just want to see my horses.

With me being away, there's no one there
to spoil them. I'm just going to give

them something.

No, dear.

It's a well -known fact that
tuberculosis can be carried by cattle.

Mother, it's not the same type that
Cecily contracted.

How can you know that for certain?

I don't want her going out there.

I'm sorry, dear, but your father doesn't
want you going near the barn. That's my

final word on it.

We're only thinking of your own good.

For pity's sake, Mother, there's no need
to get so emotional.

Felicity, I would appreciate it if you
would keep your opinions on medicine to

yourself and let me nurse Cecily the way
I know how.

You're going to have to indulge your
parents, I'm afraid, dear.

They've been terribly worried about you
and feeling a little more than guilty.

Guilty about what?

For having to send you away, even though
it was the only place for you to get

well.

I tell you what.

You sit here by this window.

And your old aunt will go out and lure
your horses out into the paddock where

you can see them and wave.

And I'm going to give them a whole bunch
of carrots and tell them each one was

from Cecily.

Don't fret, Aunt Eliza.

Oh, I won't fret.

Felix will give me a hand.

Richard, where is your coat?

Just dashed out for a few minutes while
the wee one is down.

Too much of a handful?

I'll try to get a few things done while
she's asleep.

Lord love us, there she blows.

You finish up here. I'll see to her.

Now, Felicity... Not a bit of it. I've
been dying to see her for a couple of

weeks.

You really remind me of your mother.

Do you know that, Alan?

Well, you do.

You're going to be a pretty, pretty
girl.

Just like your dear mama.

Is she okay?

Nothing a bottle couldn't cure.

I appreciate the hand.

Oh, any time.

Beth, what are your plans now?

Don't you have to return to the railroad
to keep your job?

My eldest sister Edna never married.

She's been working up in Ontario.

She's happy to get out of there and come
back home.

Edna will take good care of her. Well,
when is she coming?

She has to quit and pack up. A couple of
weeks, maybe.

Hopefully I can stall things at the
railroad office until then.

I'm getting anxious I might lose my job.

This is foolishness.

I'm sure that Mother wouldn't mind if we
were to take the baby.

Take her?

Until Edna comes.

I hear from Mrs. McDougal your sister's
back from the sanitarium.

I know your mother's got her hands full
with her.

Cecily is fine.

Mother's just being overly cautious.

That's real generous of you, Felicity.

We'll be fine.

Edna won't be more than a week.

Seth, whatever you decide, just know
that I do want to help.

to tuck you in as snug as I can.

Is it... Is it all right? Do you need
another comforter?

I just feel so foolish leaving you out
here.

Really, it's no different from the
sanitarium. I'm used to sleeping in the

It keeps you strong and well.

Good night, dear.

Keep tight.

I'm off to bed. You coming up?

I'm right on your heels, my dear.

What the deuce?

Sure missed you, fella.

Where is your head girl? Weren't you
told to stay out of this barn? I had to

them. Please, Dad, I'm fine.

But we promised Dr.

Sparrow that we would follow the
hospital regimen. I've been in bed all

Dad. I can't stay in bed my whole life.

Do you want to go back to that
sanitarium? I'll never go back there.

I'm not going to get sick again.

I just want to be normal like everyone
else.

That's all I want.

Well, somebody looks awfully happy to
get a letter. I wonder who it could be

from. Gus?

Mail from Charleston, South Carolina.
He's on a ship called the Maid of Calais

that's put in there for boiler repairs,
but he thinks they'll be on their way by

the end of the month.

They're headed north. He desperately
wants to come home. He's promised this

time. That's marvelous!

I think I'll leave the rest for later.

All right. God bless the Maid of Calais.

Well, that's grand news.

What's this?

to switch for, Avonlea's going to have a
telephone exchange.

Felicity King. Poor Janet. What a
disappointment.

And to add to their worries, I hear that
Cecily's health is still a cause for

concern. You never know with an illness
like the consumption.

Well, Felicity, I hear you turned your
back on medical school, but I thought,

no, it's not like a king to be a
quitter.

I'm not a quitter, Mrs. Potts. I just...
I wouldn't have thought so. But we all

bite off more than we can chew at one
time or another, don't we?

Sadder but wiser. You know that now,
dear.

Now, Clara, you know Felicity could do
anything she turned her mind to.

Oh, my dear, there is no doubt she'll
make her mark someday, just like my

Sally? My dear, haven't you heard?

Sally's to be Avonlea's first telephone
operator.

They sent her over to Carmody to train.
In two months, she was running the

place. We knew she was destined for
great things, but a telephone operations

manager. We never dreamed.

Well, we must congratulate her.

Well, Mr.

Kane, this is excitement.

Avonlea's on the change.

We're entering the modern age.

There are more subscribers now than they
can handle through the exchange at

Carmody. I managed to rent them the
office above the bank.

Are there that many telephones in
Avonlea?

There soon will be, Miss King.

Come along, gentlemen.

Why, Felicity, what a shame your plan
for medical school is all down the

Now that I've had a taste of success in
business, I know how much I'd hate to be

at home the live -long day of twiddling
my thumb.

Thank you,

Sally. I'm not a twiddle yet.

the interior of the machine.

Can you go, gentlemen?

If you're interested, Felicity, I will
be handing out applications at the

general store this Thursday for operator
positions.

It's quite technically demanding and
might scare some off, but I believe I

teach anybody.

Toodle -oo.

I brought you some good hot broth to
warm your insides. I don't want it.

Oh, come on, Cecily, I don't want to
argue.

I know you want to get better. I am.

All I wanted to do was get better so I
could come home.

Let me come inside, Mother.

Dear, we came so close to losing you.

We don't want to risk it again.

I've made Cecily lie down upstairs
before lunch.

Anything I can do to help around here?

Well, you could sort that laundry on the
kitchen table for me, if you like.

Oh.

I was planning to get an earlier start,
but... that diet Dr. Sparrow prescribed

for Cecily takes a little more
preparation each day than I'm used to.

I don't understand...

Why? They told us she's well, and she's
not really cured, and we have to treat

her as though she's ill.

I suppose our expectations are too high.

Oh, Alec.

She's so unhappy.

We can't ask her to go on with these
treatments indefinitely.

We can, and we will if that's what it
takes.

But we've got we've got to stand
together on this Janet if we want our

to stay well

I

Got a few things to do out in the yard

Oh

Mother I can get the seats from upstairs
for you.

Huh?

Wait

I know you've been annoyed with me
lately, but please, can we talk for a

Not now, 52.

There's something I need to tell you. I
don't want to listen to anyone else's

problems right now. Please.

Mother.

Gus is on his way home.

He's on a ship called the Maid of Calais
that should be in by the month end.

Oh.

I have thought a lot lately about
getting a permanent job.

I just really feel that I want to wait
and speak to him before I make any

decision.

I see.

I know you don't agree with my decision
to forego medical school.

I have no much ahead of you.

I've always been very happy.

Being married to your father and raising
your children, it's all I ever really

wanted to do.

Sometimes I get so frustrated not being
able to help you better.

You've been to school. You know what
you're capable of.

Your father and I always wanted the best
for you.

Whatever you decide to do, we'll always
support you 100%.

Sweetheart.

Thank you.

All right, good patient.

Ten more.

Ten, nine.

Forget it.

Maybe you've had enough exercise for one
day.

All right, what's next? More fresh air?

For pity's sake, I would get plenty of
fresh air and exercise if people would

let me behave as though I wasn't in a
sanitarium anymore.

All right.

Let's get some fresh air.

Are you warm enough?

I'm fine, Felix Rubin.

It's so wonderful just to be outside for
a while with that mother and father

watching my every move.

They're just concerned about you. I
know, but I'd give anything to spend the

whole day like this.

Mrs. Pettibone.

Bethany King.

Oh, how delightful.

And looking so robust and so well. Well,
I think I am. I'm feeling all better.

I am so glad.

When do you think you might be getting
back to school?

Soon, I hope.

Maybe Monday.

Oh, that Janet King and her girls.

What is she thinking of letting that
sickly one out and about in public?

I tell you, if the King's let that
consumptive child back in the

am pulling my children out.

Oh!

Archie Gillis.

Phoebe McDougall.

My, I never thought I'd see the day the
schoolboy would be out and about this

early. The board met for an emergency
meeting last night.

We were notified by an upset parent.

Upset parent, really?

I have taught in this schoolhouse for a
good many years with nary a complaint

before. Not a complaint, Hetty. Just a
concern.

And it's not about you. It's about your
niece, Cecily.

Cecily? Rumor has it that Alec and Janet
King may try to enroll her this term.

When the consumption first took her
down, it was an awful close call for

school. Naturally, people are nervous.

A good many think the girl was brought
home too soon.

They just don't want their children
exposed.

Well, I'm not acquainted exactly with
Janet and Alex's plans for Settley, but

will say I'm fairly confident that the
child is no longer infectious, so...

Fairly confident, Hetty?

Yes.

Just how close is that to apt?
Absolutely certain.

I want to go to school.

Look at me. I haven't coughed in two
months.

I want to see my friends and start my
schoolwork again.

It's been a whole year.

It's true.

She hasn't been coughing.

Oh, Alec, I think it'd be foolish to
push too soon.

We just can't risk a relapse.

Think of that Jeannie McCauley child.

There is something worse than the cough
tearing at my lungs.

Worse than the wheezing, the fighting to
get air.

The worst thing is being treated like
it's my fault.

Like it's something I've done on purpose
that I'm trying to give to others.

Leslie, nobody thinks that. This isn't
an attack on you. It's only natural that

people be concerned. They just don't
understand.

They would rather me stay shut up in a
hospital where they'd never have to face

me.

I want to get on with my life.

Of course you do, dear.

Oh, no one expects this bout of illness
to set you back indefinitely. It's just

that... Tell you what, I could tutor
Cecily in the evenings.

Yes, and then when people get used to
her being home and see her up and about

and well, well, then she could enroll in
school next fall.

Next fall?

Oh, Hattie, you've got Rachel and the
children's tent, too. Oh, Rachel will be

fine.

Look at Davy and Dora. I'm training them
to be independent.

I'll be working with Felix anyway, so
the more the merrier.

Excellent, Rachel.

Much improved.

Carry on.

I'm getting better.

You certainly are, Mrs. Lent. I wish I
could say the same thing.

Wrong. Daisy!

No! Now look what you did.

Me? Good grief, David.

What's going on out there? I'll check on
them.

No, stay with your algebra, Cecily, and
you with your essay, Felix.

I will.

I will go.

Yes, yes.

Mrs. Lynde will see to them.

You don't want me near them?

Oh, what?

Don't be silly.

They're out there, so they don't disturb
us.

Don't keep the children away from her.

Cecily, please.

Why didn't Mother and Father just leave
me in the sanitarium?

Zachary.

Whoa.

Zachary, what are you doing?

I'm just going to carry him.

Father will have a fit if he catches you
in the barn again.

I don't care.

Fine. If you want to get in trouble, go
right ahead.

Are you all right?

Not quite.

Don't try to talk.

You're lucky your parents are still in
town.

Thinking about getting that blasted
telephone.

They would be beside themselves if they
knew what you'd done.

It's normal.

There's no fever.

Thank heavens.

Why would you do something so dangerous,
child?

Yeah, I thought you broke your neck.

I just want it to be free for a little
while.

I feel more like a prisoner in my own
home than I did at the sanitarium.

No wonder everybody thinks I'm still
contagious with my whole family treating

like I am. We're just concerned about
you, that's all.

Cecily, you're just going to have to be
patient for a little while.

Well, you're a fine one to talk.

The whole town's not forcing you to stay
cooped up at home. You could do

whatever you want, but you'd rather sulk
around the house because you don't know

what to do with your life.

Cecily. You don't have to take it out on
me. I fully intend to go out and do

something. But right now, I'm going to
make sure that you stay put and behave

until mother and father get home.

Now sit up.

The successful candidates will know that
being a telephone operator is more than

a job.

It is the telephone operator who summons
the midwife when new life is about to

enter into this world.

It is she who rouses the fire brigade
when disaster looms and dispatches the

constable when evil lurks.

Hers is a lonely obligation, but deeply
rewarding.

Now, who has leadership, commitment, and
a selflessness of spirit?

Who is free of entanglements and able to
work shifts?

Who is willing to work for $25 a month?

You don't really want to be a telephone
operator, do you, Miss King?

Well, I thought I might fill in the form
and just see what it's all about.

But you're not interested in doing shift
work for $25 a month.

If you're looking for serious
employment, I may have something in my

Thank you.

I'll keep that in mind.

I thought I'd see you here, Miss King.

I imagine you want to fill out one of
these, won't you?

Sally, somehow I don't think a career
with a telephone company is a thing for

me. I've had several other offers.

Thank you, Mr. Kane.

You mean you don't want to fill out a
form?

Sally, in my heart, I just know that I
could never be as good an operator as

you.

I'm not an operator.

I'm a supervisor.

Alarkey. Nobody quits medical school for
no good reason.

Felicity is too stuck up to admit. She
failed.

On every test, she got nothing but big,
fat goose eggs.

All she's doing is sitting on her duff,
waiting for a sailor to come home from

sea.

I recognize your voice, Sally Potts. Who
else is on this line?

Sometimes I just can't...

There you are. I've got Montgomery
downstairs.

Would you mind looking after him for
about an hour?

Are you all right?

I just feel that nobody understands what
I'm going through.

At least when Gus comes home, I know
that I'll be able to think things

properly.

Well, you know how fond we all are of
Gus, but...

You must know he may not be the solution
to all that's bothering you. I know.

I just feel that he knows me so well.

He always makes me be honest with
myself.

Well, I think that that is what is meant
by a soulmate.

You know, it's not very often that two
of those find each other in this world.

And, Olivia, I just feel like everyone
has such high expectations of me.

All Guth ever wanted was for me to be
happy.

And I know that if we can have a life
together, then I can find my purpose in

life.

You have a lot to give.

You're lucky to have Guth Pike, and he
is blessed lucky to have you.

You know, I also need just a few more
feet of this green yarn.

You know, I've run out three rows short
of finishing Jasper's sweater.

I am sorry, Olivia. I don't have a
single skein of this green left

But, you know, I've got a basket of odds
and sods under the table over there.

Just help yourself to anything you might
find useful. Oh, thank you.

I told Harry King straight to her face.

We don't pay good taxes to have the
likes of Cecily King threatening our

children. Good for you.

I'll have to trim it with another color,
Muriel.

I'm sure I have something at home.

Good day.

It doesn't matter a whit what Olivia
Dale thinks of me.

I won't have that Cecily around my
children.

Why, my cousin in Summerside heard from
her aunt about a neighbor girl that was

released from a sanatorium. She was
stoned dead within the month.

Cecily King for the galloping
consumption?

Well, you know what worries me. The
Kings has now got the telephone. Can you

imagine her breathing her germs into the
telephone line?

Ladies, I cannot believe what I have
just heard.

In the first place, germs cannot be
carried on the telephone line.

You're so convinced, are you?

Of that, I am certain.

But beyond that, TB is not so easily
contracted.

Even if Cecily were contagious, which I
am certain she is not, otherwise the

sanitarium would never have released
her.

There comes a point when the greatest
obstacle to wellness is the fear of

others.

Merciful Providence, Cecily is well.

Let's treat her as if she is well.

Her own parents have her sleeping out in
the summer kitchen in the dead of

winter. If they won't let her into their
house, why should anyone else?

In my name.

Cecily, what do you think of this coat?

Beautiful.

I love that color.

Oh, so do I, which is actually why I
bought the darn thing at a sale in

Charlottetown. But it doesn't really
suit me, so I thought you might like to

it on. Me? Really?

Sure.

It's so sophisticated.

Yeah, but you're old enough to wear this
style now.

Where would I wear a coat like this?

Oh, you'll have plenty of opportunities
once you're out and about.

I can't go out.

Not even to school.

Maybe you should keep it.

Oh, Cecily.

What's the point of having something
there just to remind me that...

that I'm an outcast?

What's the matter? What happened?

Oh, dear.

The last thing I wanted to do was
interfere.

But you're both reasonably satisfied
that Cecily's disease is dormant, aren't

you?

Well, yes.

And we hope it'll stay that way with
proper attention.

You both know what you're doing, of
course.

I'm just concerned that Cecily seems so
desperately forlorn.

You know, they always say it's mind over
matter.

Children her age always think they're
going to live forever, no matter what.

But, Alec, don't you see?

Cecily's a sensible girl. Try to imagine
what she went through this past year at

the sanitarium.

Try to imagine how often she hoped and
longed to be home with all of us.

You don't want to squash every bit of
enthusiasm the poor child has for being

alive. No, but she still needs to be
protected from... I know how much both

you are concerned about her.

But being miserable is the most
unhealthy state of mind for a girl with

condition.

Well, it was never my intention to make
my child miserable.

Just don't let your concern for her...

Get in the way of her getting back on
track as thin as she might.

Oh!

What are you doing?

Oh, well, we're moving you back inside.

It's time.

We might as well give it a try.

I suppose if we want people to treat you
like you're well...

We'd better begin at home.

I must be dreaming.

You're very much awake, my dear.

And fortunately, some others around here
have woken up as well.

It's time we got things back to normal.

Your father and I are talking to the
school board, getting you back in

And your brother will be very happy to
be relieved of some of his chores.

What do you say?

I say it's grand.

It's hard to imagine looking at her that
Cecily King fell to the consumption.

You know, the doctor from that fancy
sanitarium sent a letter and certificate

attesting to her recovery and verifying
that she's no longer a danger to others.

Well, she looks the picture of health to
me.

Laura, I haven't been to see you. Oh,
it's all right.

So I guess we'll be back at school soon?
I hope so. Oh, it's worked out well,

though. Being tutored privately means
you can catch up on everything you've

missed. Actually, having Aunt Hedy for a
tutor is like medieval torture.

Felicity!

I hate to take advantage of your
friendship.

Beth, not at all. You know I'd love to
take care of her whenever it's

It'd be no more than that. Edna will be
here next week for sure.

If I don't get back, I'd lose my job.

You don't need to explain.

Well, I do, sort of.

You mentioned taking her for me before.

I have to say I was worried about her
being around your sister.

Bethelie is fine.

I know. That's what everybody's saying.
I was just... Cautious.

I understand.

We'll take very good care of her.

Bring her by tomorrow, then, if that's
all right.

That's fine.

Felicity!

I tried to ring your place, but there
was no answer.

Oh, Felicity.

What's wrong?

Sally, for heaven's sake, what is it?

A call just came through for you.

It was from Captain Ezekiel Crane.

He's called from Boston.

The maid of Calais apparently went down
in that heavy storm we read about in the

paper.

All hands were lost.

Gus was drowned.

I'm sorry.

I'm so, so sorry.

You're lying.

What a hateful, twisted, mean -spirited
gag to play with your stupid telephone

exchange. I would never lie about
anything like this.

Captain Crane hasn't been heard from for
years.

You're lying!

I don't think I can bear much more of
this, Alec.

It's been over a week and she hasn't
said more than two words to anyone.

I'll see what I can do.

Felicity?

Unlike this girl, you make yourself ill.

Your Aunt Hedy wants to plan a memorial
for Gus with just the family and a

few of his friends from the hotel.

It's time, don't you think?

If you really cared about what I think,
you wouldn't suggest such a thing to me.

But you've got to face... If Gus were
dead, I'd know it.

Mother? Mother, can you wash the baby
for me, please?

Yes, dear.

I suppose so, but I... Oh, Felicity,
where are you going?

We've been looking everywhere for you.
Mother and father are frightened.

I'm fine.

I just need to be left alone for a
while.

Please.