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Oh, have you met the bumblebee? He is a necessity for every flower

that you see. Say thank you to the bumblebee.

To make a flower, here's what you need. You've got to have a flower seed. To

make a seed, I guarantee, you've got to have a bumblebee.

So now the moment was upon her.

How many nights tossed him restless in her bed of thrills? How many nights had

she dreamed of Royal Dalton as she saw him now kneeling before her, his eyes

searching, her eyes yearning for an answer? Mrs. Royal Dalton, she thought.

How far she'd come from the tumblejack on Keller's Creek.

Yeah, she whispered.

And suddenly her eyes burned with tears, and she was in his arms, and he was

raining kisses on her hungry mouth.

Chapter 2.

The sun rose hot over the grill. You probably know all about this story.

Busy, busy bumblebee, his sweet tooth craves so hungrily for a sip of nectar

from a nectar tree.

All right, Jesse, let's see it.

I'll give it back. I just want to see what you found that's so much more

interesting than the family, interpersonal relationships, and human

sexuality.

Love?

Probably so.

Let me see it.

Love. Eden in flames?

You've got to be kidding.

There's no love in books like these. There aren't any people.

People in here aren't anything like real people.

They're dolls, they're cut-out dolls.

I mean, if it's real love you're looking for, you are probably better off

watching the adventures of the bionic man or the bionic woman.

At least they're partly flesh and blood.

Now listen, friends, I am not against sexy books, just bad sexy books.

There are good ones, you know.

Lady Chatterley's lover, Ulysses, Demian, for writers like Lawrence,

Joyce, Hessa.

Maybe you're not quite ready for them yet, for Caroline.

How do you spell Chatterley?

L-A-T-E-R.

Listen, even though you're already years beyond puppet shows like these, you're

probably still not ready for the good books.

Good, sexy books exist.

And they're worth waiting for.

Just like good, sexy love.

And if you're patient, if you don't accept cheap imitations, the real thing

is bound to come along.

Maybe not today or tomorrow, but please God, sooner or later.

Everyone tells me if I survive, sooner or later help will arrive.

Everyone says the sun's gonna shine, sooner or later that's a long time.

They tell me not to worry.

Don't be in a hurry.

Everything's gonna be great.

They tell me I should slow up.

Take my time and grow up.

But sooner or later's too late.

Sooner or later, love will appear.

Love is a pleasure. Waiting is rough.

Sooner or later, ain't soon enough.

Say, how old are you two, anyway?

If you don't mind.

Doesn't make any difference to me. I sell the stuff.

I believe in it.

But I guess you could tell that, couldn't you?

Not bad for 50.

God, I wish I was.

It takes believing in...

Makeup. Like a magic carpet.

It's belief that makes it fly.

Otherwise, it's just a rug.

If you believe in it, makeup has a magic all its own.

Of course, it's only...

dime store magic, but it works well enough when

it's used properly.

Now, for example, how old did you say you were?

Thirteen.

Well, right now, you look about, uh,

sixteen.

But remember, dear, you are not for when you're ready to be 13

again.

I don't think I'll ever be ready for that.

I think you will.

I know I am.

Thank you. Thank you. Bye-bye.

Maybe tomorrow, maybe next year Sooner or later, love will appear

Loving's a pleasure, waiting is rough Sooner or later, ain't soon enough

This is better than it's ever been before.

All

right.

I want to take it, take it home with me.

when I show you how it's supposed to be.

You close your eyes and grin.

You know the race you're in.

It's better than it's ever been before.

I can tell by the way you look you've never been nowhere.

Give me a chance to cook and I'll take you there.

So where you never been?

You know the moment we begin.

It's better than it seems.

the door

There's nothing but the music anymore.

Hustle to the music, music.

Forget about the world outside the door.

It's better out than it's in the rain.

I started life on the street if you know what I mean.

It's better than it's ever been.

It's better than it's ever been before.

Oh yeah, yeah, yeah.

It's better.

That it's ever been

So you thought he was terrific, huh?

Who?

The sky band guy.

Oh, yeah, pretty.

Jesse, did you ever really kiss somebody?

What do you mean, really kiss?

I mean, so you felt...

As if you felt the ground dropping away beneath you, and you were lifted,

suspended, arms outstretched, floating in a softly pulsing sea of

golden light.

Yes!

Nope.

You?

Well, kind of.

Who was it?

You won't tell? Of course not.

Dr. Donnie Alexander.

Your doctor?

My dentist.

He's so good-looking.

You kissed your dentist?

Not with my lips.

Oh. You know, kissing isn't just with your lips.

It's touching and... and feeling...

The golden light?

Yeah.

How did you kiss Dr. Donnie?

Well, you know how when they're working on you and they're leaning against the

arm of the chair?

You kissed him with your arm?

Yeah.

And he kissed you back?

With his hip.

Terrific.

You know, Jess, maybe you'd better get another guitar teacher.

I'm teaching myself.

Yeah, I know.

Maybe you'd better get another guitar teacher.

Yeah, I've been thinking about it.

Good.

Night. Good night, Jessie.

Good night, Carolyn.

Which are the right nice

Hear the music, let it lift you off the floor. Listen to the music,

tell there's nothing but the music anymore.

Come in.

Oh.

Well, sweetheart, what can I do for you?

I want to learn to play the guitar.

What kind of guitar do you want to learn to play, kid?

Uh...

Sorry.

This kind.

Yeah, but I mean, what kind of music do you want to learn to play on this

guitar?

Flamenco, jazz, classic, country, rock?

The last two.

Yeah. Well, when do you want to learn all this wonderful stuff?

Now?

Yeah, well, that figures.

I'll go look down the road, see if I get you a studio.

Okay, as soon as you're ready.

Uh, fellas waiting for you down in the studio.

Good teacher.

That'll be $10.

No, no, no checks, you know, cash.

Hi, Eddie.

My...

Any good groups around this weekend?

Well, uh, uh, second studio down on your right. You go right down the hall there.

Uh, how about us?

Uh, you mean you and Mrs. Nova and little Sal and Jeannie and the baby and

me? Uh, it's the second studio down on your right.

Bye-bye, Eddie.

My, my, my.

It's open.

Hi. How you doing?

I'm Michael Scott.

Nice.

To meet you, I mean.

Yeah, me too.

Well, let's get started, okay?

Hey, just relax.

Just relax your hand and your wrist and your body.

And what's most important is your mind.

Here, let's try it.

Hey, come on.

Take it easy.

I mean, you're not auditioning for a job with the Rolling Stones here, you know.

You just gotta relax and enjoy yourself.

Okay?

Okay.

Here, let me do the fingering.

Ready?

Watch my left hand.

Okay, you try.

Ready?

Change.

And change.

And this.

Change.

Okay, you give it a try.

Well, you were doing good there until you hit the bump.

Yeah.

Hey, you'll pick it up.

You think so?

Sure.

I mean, I wouldn't go quitting school or anything.

You think I could ever be as good as you?

Hey, I'm not all that good.

Yes, you are.

How do you know?

Oh, well, I can just tell.

Yeah? I can just tell, too.

You'll do all right if you keep at it.

Oh, I will.

Definitely.

That's the only way to find out how good you might be.

Just practicing keeping at it.

Wow.

He didn't recognize you?

I don't think so.

Maybe he was just being cool.

I wasn't wearing makeup like... like the first time.

Oh, wow.

Maybe I will next time.

Oh, yeah, you have to.

Yeah.

How old is he, anyway?

I don't know.

You don't know?

Well, how old is Burt Reynolds?

You know, you'd better be careful.

Older boys aren't like younger boys.

They're like men, only younger.

Hey, Herman.

You're not auditioning for a job with the Rolling Stones here, you know?

Oh, I was just aligning.

We were just awaiting.

Oh, it's ready now.

Good grief.

Right.

Well, it's usually the way it is, isn't it?

Oh, hold on a minute. Have a nice guitar lesson. You too.

Hello.

My, my, my.

Hi.

Hey.

Right here.

Okay, let's put them together.

Here it comes.

Now we need a finish for it.

Because if you don't put a finish on it, it just hangs in your head, clutters up

your closets.

Let me see.

It's nice.

Okay, look.

Fourth fret.

Right there, okay?

And all you do is move that from there.

like that and that's it okay and put a finish on it

Good evening, friends.

Not bad.

Not half bad.

It's nothing.

Okay, whatever you say.

Actually, it was pretty good.

You've been practicing.

Some.

Well, you're off to a fast start.

Yeah? Yeah.

Go tell them how far you might go.

How far?

You might be real good.

There's no telling.

Anyway, it sure is nice working with somebody who cares.

Who cares enough to throw herself into it.

Body and soul.

What time is it?

About 6.15.

Oh, I gotta go.

Where are you headed?

Home. What happens if you're late? You turn into a pumpkin?

My father's a diabetic, and if he doesn't get his dinner on time, he goes

into shock.

Well, where do you live?

Englewood. Bye.

You want to lift?

to get a bus from here.

Now, why would you do that?

I like to read the ads.

Look, it's my fault to be late.

No. Sure it is.

I'm supposed to keep my mind on business.

But I was having such a good time.

I have. You always lived in Englewood?

No.

Oh.

We moved up from Atlanta two years ago.

Two years ago last month.

My father's company gave him a promotion to the New York office.

It's my dad's company.

You either move up or you move out.

So, he moved up and my mother moved out.

I guess she missed Atlanta.

I guess you did, too.

Yeah. Yeah, I guess.

You always lived in Englewood?

So far.

20 courts near Beardsley Park, isn't it?

Park? I jogged it.

Oh, jogging.

Great sport.

Great sport.

You jog?

Yeah, sure.

Doesn't everybody?

Beardsley Park?

It's so handy.

I go every Sunday morning. On Saturdays.

But sometimes on Sundays.

I go by 9.

12.

Do you mind if I ask you a question?

I can't tell until you ask.

How old are you?

Sixteen.

How come I haven't seen you around school?

That's two questions.

I go to Immaculate, the parochial high school in Delwood.

As Catholic kids, we keep pretty much to ourselves.

That's a real shame.

Bye.

Jesse?

Yes, Mom?

You're late.

I'm sorry.

Come on.

We'll try to hold the sunset for you, but you know how it is.

Thanks for trying. It's late.

Hi, Grandma.

Blessed art thou, Lord our God, King of the universe, who

has sanctified us by his commandments,

and has commanded us to kindle the Sabbath

lights. Amen.

Amen.

Amen.

You, I don't know what to say You take my breath away

You're every song I sing You're the music

that I play And you take my breath away

you're smiling it's okay you take my breath away

like water from a spring on a sizzling

summer day or you take my

You take my breath away, and I don't know what to say.

Cause you take my breath away.

Hey, what?

Michael! You got an early start.

Oh, yeah.

How since, uh, since eight?

Great day, huh?

Oh, it's a cheerful, great.

Nice part, too.

Just like the country.

Only we'd be riding horses and racing for that big old tree on top of the

hill.

I was thinking, tomorrow after school, we got this rehearsal.

It's not a concert or anything, but I thought you being an old pig yourself,

you might want to... Hey, Jesse.

Hey! Jesse!

Hey.

Hey. You all right?

Trev.

Fine, now. Tristan.

Just an ankle.

Can you stand?

Come on, I'll give you a hand.

How is it?

Okay, it's fine.

You know, the best thing for it is to keep jogging.

Yeah, well, see ya.

Hey, don't you want a hand?

No, I'm okay.

I don't want to spoil your fun.

That's all right.

Looks like rain anyway.

You know, walking's good for it, too.

Cold water.

Uh-huh.

Unless you'd like a ride.

It's not that far.

And besides, walking's supposed to be good for it.

And cold water.

Yeah, that, too.

You take my breath away and I don't know what to

say.

Cause you take my breath away.

You take my breath away.

You take my breath away.

You take my breath away.

You take my breath away.

I take my breath away.

I say take my breath away.

Listen, would you like to go to a rehearsal tomorrow after school?

It's not like a concert or anything.

To be or not to be.

That was the question Lance Cantrell's offer now posed for the lovely Melinda

Blaze. The fact is, it can get pretty boring.

Not for us, you know, but... For us, too, sometimes.

It would be so easy to refuse him. To refuse herself.

So easy.

Never one would really plan, but sometimes it would hustle.

And yet she knew.

With all her heart and soul, she knew.

What do you think?

What do you think? Huh? Oh, rehearsal?

Sure. Good.

Good. I'll pick you up after school.

In your car?

Yeah. My horse is in the shop, so I'm with the carburetor.

So.

So.

Tomorrow.

Yeah.

Immaculate.

Immaculate. 3.30.

Yeah. Bring your guitar, okay?

Really? My guitar?

Sure, why not?

3.30.

In Macon?

Conception, high school.

In Delaware?

Yeah.

You know, it turned out to be a nice day after all, huh?

Yeah.

Bye, Jess.

Good night.

Just the guy I was looking for. Where are you going?

We're going downtown.

Hi,

Michael. Nice of you to come along.

Well, is that all of you? We figured we'd pick up the rest down the road.

Where are you going?

Just home.

Why don't you hang with us? Come on, Michael. Where are you going?

Where do you want to go, big boy?

Who's coming? Any big-time record producers?

Nah, just family.

Hey, did you get the factory?

Yeah. How long do you have it for? Long as we want.

She's not going to let me have it anymore.

Your mother's a drag.

Tell me about it.

Hey,

uh, you think you'll sell me one drumstick?

That bad?

You know.

Well, we maybe got a gig weekend after next, you know. Oh, yeah?

Money? 20-piece.

Hey, Arnie, if Curtis won't sell you a drumstick, maybe the guy at Charlie's

Chicken Fry will.

Hey, thanks for the ride. Yeah, man. Thanks, Mike.

Yeah. See you tomorrow, kid.

See you.

You still got my phone number?

I never had your phone number.

You had my number, though.

But you wanted it.

Hey, Karen, you coming?

I'll see you.

Later.

Are you nervous?

Yeah. Yeah, me too.

I'm going to the dentist.

Oh, the hip kisser. Yeah.

It's our quarterly check-up.

Yours and his.

Yeah.

Caroline. Yeah?

Do you think older men are worth it?

Oh, yeah.

Me too.

Everyone tells me if I survive.

Sooner or later, help will arrive.

Everyone says the sun's gonna shine.

Sooner or later, that's a long night.

They tell me not to worry.

Don't be in a hurry.

Everything's gonna be great.

Tell me I should slow up.

Take my time and grow up.

Sooner or later, it's too late.

Sooner or later, it's too late.

Maybe tomorrow, maybe next year.

Sooner or later, love will appear.

Love is a pleasure, waiting is rough.

Sooner or later, ain't soon enough.

Tell me not to worry.

Don't be in a hurry.

Everything's gonna be great.

Tell me I should slow up.

But sooner or later, it's delayed.

Maybe tomorrow, maybe next year.

Sooner or later, luck will appear.

Loving's a pleasure, waiting is rough. Sooner or later, ain't soon enough.

See you tomorrow.

Bye. Bye.

Sorry I'm late. I had to change.

It's okay.

Now you got me wondering what you look like in your uniform.

Like them.

Nah. Bet you look just like you.

Michael.

Hey, that's okay with me.

I kind of like the way you look.

Michael, rehearsal.

And step on it.

Say it again.

Step on it?

Mm-mm.

Rehearsal? Nope.

Michael.

Sounds good the way you say it, Jessie.

Have you always lived in Englewood?

And Atlanta.

So I just hope I'll grow up to be, well, growing up all the time,

you know?

Not exactly.

I mean, I don't want to be anything.

Any one thing.

I mean, there's no one thing I'm dying to be.

Except alive.

And happy.

And good.

Well, sounds real ambitious.

Well, what about wanting to be a rock star?

No, I don't think so.

I got my hands full just trying to be a good musician.

It's not the same as being a rock star.

One thing is harder, and it takes longer.

Being a rock star, that's a whole different thing.

You could be as big as Peter Frampton.

Yeah, or Paul Williams.

Anyway, how would you know?

You can tell.

Oh, can you?

Well, now I'm not so sure.

I'm sure.

Nothing doing at home Leave it alone Get yourself gone

Get it on You

know it isn't a crime Taking some time Having some

fun

Don't you say life's a greener canoe in a snow

You're with Michael, huh?

Yeah, I'm with Arnie, the drummer.

At least for a while.

He's a real animal, you know?

Yeah.

So, you're a musician, huh?

Oh, like if you can't beat him, join him, huh?

I guess.

Yeah, that's pretty shrewd.

Me?

I can't even play the triangle.

Oh, really?

Like in the rhythm band in kindergarten, you know?

They used to make me fake it.

It figures Michael would show up with a musician.

He hasn't showed up with a girl since, uh... Well, some of us

were starting to wonder, you know?

Yeah, I guess you got that covered, though, huh?

or not.

Get away. Stay a while.

Come on, baby. Now's your chance.

Don't you say life's a triangle. No, it ain't so.

It's a dance. It's a song. Get out.

Get out. Go back to the top. Back to the top. But this is my style.

Where I get.

You brought people here before?

No.

No, not for a long time.

Thank you.

It's nothing.

Get your guitar.

No, I couldn't. Sure you could.

Really, Michael?

Come on.

Michael? Hey, this is Jessie, everybody.

Hi, Jessie. Jessie.

She's going to be sitting in with us.

Come on, Jess. Yeah, come on, Jess.

I hope you know what you're doing. Oh, sure, all the time.

Listen, Jessie's a student of mine.

No, really, she's just beginning.

All right!

Show him, Jess.

Yeah, show him.

And I don't know how I knew it But I knew

it somehow You're the answer

to the question No one's answer

till now And I don't know what you see

What you see in me, but girl, there's nothing to what I

see in you.

Stars that glisten, lips for kissing.

Honey, listen, it's true.

I loved you better I love you hun-

And I've known a girl or two, but none of them was you And they

could never be what you are to me

Stars that glisten,

lips for kissing Honey, listen,

it's true

No one ever loved you better

Put a finish on it, Jess.

Saturday is awful sudden for a wedding.

He's a musician, your cousin.

Oh. Well, actually, he's your second cousin, I guess, isn't he?

Yes, he's a violinist in a symphony orchestra that doesn't make records.

Oh.

They're, um, flighty musicians.

Is she pregnant?

Jessie, Bob.

Sorry.

She's not pregnant, no.

You don't think so?

I know she's not.

You asked.

Of course not.

Lillian told me when she called to invite us this afternoon.

Too salty.

I'm sorry, Mom.

It's too salty.

A girl at school is pregnant.

Oh? Yeah, I guess she must have let herself get too passionate.

Yeah, I guess.

I mean, once you get passionate at all, it's probably hard to not just get more

and more passionate until... Don't you think?

Well, I'm not sure that I... I don't think I would say that...

I mean, if you don't let yourself get passionate at all, then you never have

to worry about getting pregnant at all.

So, maybe that's the best thing to do.

Never let yourself get passionate.

I don't think so.

No.

Great.

It's pretty simple.

Is everyone finished?

Help me, Claire.

Sure.

Is Grandma going, too? Of course.

So, Esther, what's happening on Days of Our Lives?

That doctor.

Oh. What's he up to?

Oh.

What are you gonna do Saturday night?

Oh, I don't know. I'll think of something. Well, we're gonna be getting

home very late. Maybe 1 o'clock or later.

Uh-huh.

Maybe you'd like to invite someone over to spend the night.

Yeah.

Maybe.

Mmm.

Chicken.

Yeah. I told Michael I'd have to see.

And now I have.

I am free Saturday night.

That's great!

What?

I said that's great.

Isn't it?

He's 17.

17?

How much faster do girls mature than boys?

A year or two?

Is Michael immature?

Are you?

I am just trying to get you closer together.

I know. I'm sorry.

Are you scared?

What? You know.

Miss him around.

Well, wouldn't you be?

No, no, I'm just thinking.

Where are you going?

To the movies.

Uh-oh.

So what do you think?

Well, did you tell your parents?

Not exactly.

You didn't tell them.

What do you think?

Oh.

I'd go out with him.

That's not what I mean.

You mean about... Messing around?

Yeah.

Who?

Follow your heart.

Terrific. But not too far, you know.

That's what I'd do.

You would?

Honestly.

You'd mess around, but you wouldn't mess around.

Yeah.

Except...

Sure. I'll talk to you later, okay, Jess?

Sure, great. Bye, Jess.

You think we should buy her a

book? A book?

What good would that do?

I don't know. I never read a book for kids.

But there's supposed to be good ones.

Illustrated. Well... With photographs.

So it's not a book.

So, uh, we talk to her.

We do?

I mean, between the two of us.

But wouldn't that be, uh... Wouldn't you feel awkward?

What should I feel awkward about?

Yeah, of course I'd feel awkward.

Oh, I see. It's not we. It's me.

Well, you're the mother.

The mother doesn't think it's necessary yet. Of course it is. You just heard

her. Her friends at school are pregnant.

They're not her friends. Well, her second cousin's first girlfriend.

She is not.

I wonder what she would have to do, wear a maternity bridal gown.

All right, so maybe she's a little bit pregnant.

It's not funny. Yeah, it's not Jessie, but it could be.

I don't think so.

Why? Because she knows how to... Because she knows not to. Yeah, well, I think

it's important that she know about...

Right now. You do? Yes, I do. And I think you should have a talk with her.

Oh, because I'm the mother. Yes. And father knows best. It's my opinion. Your

opinion? Yes, it is.

Good. You have a talk with her.

All right, I will.

Good.

Where will you start?

At the beginning.

Uh, the birds and the bees.

No, the bees and flowers.

And, uh, where will you end?

With guppies.

Guppies? Yes, they're transparent.

They're not.

Well, not to other guppies, otherwise there'd be no point.

I just don't think it's necessary yet. I don't think that sex is a fact in

Jessie's life yet.

I think she's informed in an adequate way.

I think she's curious in a healthy way.

And I think she's intrigued in a normal way.

And I think that's an easy way for you to get around having a talk with her.

What will you tell her?

Well, first I'm going to have to explain why it's me and not her mother who's

administering the rights.

You're stalling.

13-year-old girls are older than they used to be. I mean, they're 16, they're

17, they're 45. I don't know.

They get exposed to more earlier.

Don't they?

When will you tell her?

When she's ready.

Ha! You just said she wasn't ready. Yes, I did.

I just hope I'm right.

I hope so, too.

When do you think she will be ready soon and when she is you'll talk to her

Grandma.

Oh, here.

Jessie.

Jessie, come.

Come, Jessie.

So?

Boys? Hmm?

Always boys.

Even grandma.

Grandpa.

Grandma.

Before.

In Russia?

Who was he?

A boy.

Sweet like sugar.

Strong tall.

I was a girl.

How old?

Young. So young.

Thirteen?

Yes.

Thirteen.

What was his name?

David.

David. David.

David. I was so strong, so...

My friend.

My friend all summer long.

David. David.

Working in the field.

Such hard work.

You should never know, never.

But with my friend David, not so bad as before. Not so bad with David.

And everyone loved David.

He was on fire inside.

You could see in his eyes, fire.

All around him it was warm.

I loved him, too.

I was a girl.

David was a man.

All the girls loved David. All the women and the men, too.

And David was loving with them all.

But when David said goodbye,

he was going to his family in Palestine. So when he said goodbye to all of them,

he came to me.

In front of all of them, David came to me.

And Esther, he said, loud enough so everybody could hear.

Esther, he said, I will miss you most of all.

And David kissed me.

And he went.

Good night, David.

My darling.

My darling.

Oh, Grandma.

Oh, thank you.

Thank you.

Ready? Okay.

I'll apologize to you if you will apologize to me.

If you apologize to me, I'll apologize to you.

One, two, three.

I'm sorry.

Make a wish.

You're too tired and you have an early day.

Who's... who's tired?

You are.

So am I.

Yes, and you have an early day tomorrow.

You think it's just curiosity?

Mm-hmm.

I mean, she's not actually.

But if she did... When she's about to, one of us will talk to her.

Probably you.

Probably.

But not necessarily.

When did you get interested?

Tomorrow night.

Me too.

Friends? Oh, yeah.

Night, my love.

Good night, my love.

Okay, hotshot.

Let's see what you got.

Okay.

Hey, that's not fair.

Yeah, I know.

Connie's at you at 5.30.

Oh.

So, Saturday night?

Great. Mandingo?

Mandingo. Good. Pick up about 7.

Uh, no, 7.30, okay?

Okay.

Okay, Jess.

Michael.

Ooh, whoops, sorry.

Sorry. Are you sure?

I mean, I can wait, not forever, but I've got five minutes.

Uh, no, no, that's okay. I...

Thanks for the lesson, Michael. Sure. Bye. Bye, Jessie.

Sunrise, sunset.

Sunrise, sunset.

Swiftly fly the years.

Seedlings turn overnight to sunflowers.

Blossoming memories and tears.

Sunrise, sunset.

Oh, damn.

Oh, Bob.

It's as easy as tying your shoelace from the inside of your shoe.

Want some help?

It's getting late. Never fear.

Bob Walters will get the job done.

I hope so.

Never fear.

Attendez. Madame.

Mademoiselle.

Voilà.

Poetry in motion.

Not so bad yourself.

Grandma's ready.

Oh, Esther.

Sunrise, sunset.

Yes.

Mom.

Lois, you look fantastic.

Well, thank you.

Beautiful. Just beautiful.

Grandma, where are you going?

I have to change.

Why? You look terrific.

Doesn't she, Mom, Dad?

Mom, you look fine.

Elegant.

It's too dark. No, really. You look very pretty.

And it's late.

Grandma.

It's too dark.

Have a good time, Grandma. All right.

Good. You have a good time, too, love. And don't stay too late at Caroline's.

Oh, I won't.

Thank you.

Looks like the offshore drilling rig has brought in another gusher.

Dig it.

Which way are we going?

Forward.

I thought Mandingo was playing at the Park Hill.

Could be.

But I know for sure he's playing at the Starlight.

Did you make up your mind yet?

Popcorn, large.

And hot dogs, two. With sauerkraut and mustard, two.

Um, three chocolate bars, two with almonds.

And, uh, a root beer.

Um, ice cream, chocolate sundae, uh, two.

And, uh, do they have pizza?

Root beer?

I'm not finished.

He was looking at you, sweetheart.

That's the best part, you know.

The crumbs.

Michael. She's still a mystery to me.

What's that?

Oh, that was John Sebastian.

He wrote a lot of good things, like... A younger girl keeps rolling across my

mind.

Oh, my...

What's wrong, Jess?

Something's been wrong all night.

Hey, can I kiss you?

Please.

Please?

Oh, yes.

Oh, my God.

Hey, I like you a lot, Jess.

I like you, too.

No, no, it's worse than that.

It's love.

Hey, Jess.

Really, from the first time I saw you.

The shopping mall.

Shopping mall?

In Lodi?

You remember?

We don't play a lot of shopping malls.

Lodi.

Lodi, sure.

Sure, and it's better than it's ever been.

Better than it's ever been before. That was you?

Hey, hey, come on.

Come on.

What is it?

Come here.

Please.

I don't get it.

I know. I know.

Tell me.

Yeah, okay.

Now.

Please.

All right, but...

But first I have to ask you a question.

How is your sense of humor?

Oh, come on, Jess.

Tell me what's wrong.

It was because I liked you, and I wanted you to like me.

And I knew it would be impossible unless I lied. And I didn't see why it should

be impossible, but it's impossible.

Because I'm not Catholic?

I'm not Catholic.

I'm Jewish.

Well, so what?

Nothing. That's not it. Well, what is it, Jessie?

I mean, are you dying of leukemia?

What?

I'm 13.

I'll be 16 two years from next June 14th.

Bye, Jessie.

I love you, Michael.

You think that helps?

I'm really sorry.

I didn't mean to... to be a tease.

Bye, Jessie.

Bye, Mike.

Cause it's bad news to lose a love that's true.

And there's nothing, nothing I can do.

Cause it hurts me as much as it hurts you.

Shades of blue.

Now the night time is rolling over you Shades of blue

I feel it rolling over me too

But there's nothing, nothing I

can do Cause it hurts me as

much as it

For two shades of blue.

The door was open.

Yeah, well, it wasn't locked.

What you got?

How'd you get here? Me and Debbie and Agnes were out driving around.

You getting in?

I won't hurt you.

What about Arnie?

Who?

Luffy Sauce.

Doing what?

Come on, kid.

All I want's a ride home.

That's all.

He wants to go jogging in the park.

He's a real sex maniac, your friend Arnie, don't you think?

Why, because he likes to go jogging?

Arnie doesn't jog.

He only jogs into the park, then afterwards he walks out real slow.

Oh.

You jog?

Look, I gotta go.

Well, why didn't you say so?

Hey, look.

You know, it isn't that I wouldn't like to or anything.

Good.

Hey.

You don't have to love me.

No, but something like it.

I don't care.

Look, I'm sorry, but I just don't think that we really got...

You know, you're a real

jerk, man.

Now the night time is rollin' over you Shades of blue

I feel it rollin' over me too

But there's nothing, nothing

I can do Cause it hurts me

as much as it hurts you

Shades of blue.

You never once felt lonely yesterday.

Seems like months, but only yesterday.

The sweetest love song that you ever knew started changing too.

Shades of blue. And little girl, you're going through

shades of blue.

Nothing I can do.

Oh, nothing I can do.

Nothing I can do.

Shades of blue.

I'm going to take my car in today.

I've got some errands to run at lunchtime.

Oh, okay.

Well, I'll see you tonight.

Bye. Bye, Jess.

Have a nice day.

Well, what it lacks in originality, it makes up in sincerity.

I'm sorry.

I have a... See you tonight.

Oh, I'll bring you a chocolate Easter bunny.

You will? Sure.

Remind me when it's Easter.

I don't have any errands to run at lunchtime.

I didn't think so.

Jessie, if you look at me, I promise you're not going to turn into a pillar

of salt.

See?

I spoke too soon.

Is it a boy?

It was.

Why didn't you tell me?

There wasn't anything to tell.

Not really.

Is this the first boy that you've, uh, dated?

We went to a movie.

Saturday night?

Jessie, did you think that I... that we wouldn't let you?

Nothing happened.

You lied to me. That happened.

Just stupid, I guess.

I'm sorry.

It's just that I wish I'd known.

There are things that we should talk about.

I know.

Would you like to?

Talk about things?

I know the medical part.

That's the hardest part.

But you wouldn't want to miss it.

No.

Even if sometimes it's worth it.

Honest. I know.

Oh, you know.

I know.

How do you like being a grown-up so far?

Not much.

It gets better.

You promise?

I promise.

You ready for school?

Yeah.

I'll give you a ride. No, you don't have to. No, that's all right. We can talk on

the way.

Did I ever tell you about the summer I spent at... Camp Tranquility and the

head counselor there when I was 13.

No.

Oh.

Well, there's not much to tell.

Oh, your guitar.

Oh, very heavy.

You can say that again.

All right, I will. No, don't. Come on.

No, no, honey. Here, the pinky goes right here.

Here, now try it.

No, no. When you move the pinky, you don't move this. It stays right where it

was. Right there. That's it. Now try it.

No wonder Michael played hooky.

I thought he was sick.

No, he never gets sick. He's a Christian science kind of a kid.

No.

Michael gets impatient.

He gets bored.

He's young.

Me, I'm used to it.

Go ahead.

It's going to be all right. Just keep working on it.

Be back in a couple of minutes. Keep working.

Hey. I'm used to older women, you know?

Yeah, and I'm used to spin the bottle.

Really?

Yeah.

I've never done anything like... Yeah, no.

Could you tell?

No.

We'd have to take it real slow.

Could we?

I don't know.

Michael, would you kiss me?

Please?

Now?

Well? I don't know either.

It'd be up to you to set the pace.

Saying yes and saying no.

You'd listen?

I'd try.

Oh, Michael, would you?

I love you too, Jess.

And anyway, you picked up the guitar pretty quick.

Michael. Hey.

Put a finish on it, Jess.

You, you take my breath away And I don't know what to

say Cause you take my breath away

You take my breath away You take my breath away

You take my breath