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Meet me at the tree!

Come on!

Dorothy Jane!

Fiddlesticks.

Goodbye, old friend.

- You have one new message. Message one. Monday, 12:29.

- Hi, Mom. I got your message. I was real sorry to hear about Frank.

Listen, Oliver and I were wondering

if you thought any more about Memorial Day.

All the kids will be in town.

and Oliver said he'd drive down to pick you up

and take back you home whenever you want.

We don't want you driving up here anymore by yourself, OK?

It's not safe. Anyway, call me when you can talk.

Love you, Mom.

- End of messages.

- Good morning, Dorothy.

- 'Morning, Chris.

- How's the day going?

- I'm still here. How's that little girl of yours?

- Not so little anymore.

Turns 17 next week.

- Doesn't seem possible.

- You're telling me. How's Meredith doing?

- Got two kids in college now.

- That's gotta be expensive.

- Well, I help out whenever I can.

- I'm sure you do, Dorothy. I know Howard would be real proud.

- I hope so.

- Herman?

Hi.

- Hello.

- Dorothy.

- Yes.

- Do you have your medicare card with you?

- I'm sure I do somewhere.

- Do you have your part D card, too?

- I think so.

- I need to make copies for your file.

- I think they did that last time I was here.

- I see last year's part C, but not this year's part D.

And just a heads up. We won't be accepting part C after this year.

- What does that mean?

- That means if you want to stay with part C, then you're

going to need to find a new primary care doctor.

- I've been coming here for 46 years.

- Then you'll need to cancel your part C coverage and move back into parts A and B.

- Didn't used to be so complicated.

- It's been this way as long as I've been here.

You can have a seat. Doctor Allen will be with you in a few minutes.

- No, I'm here to see Doctor Ferguson.

- Oh, he's gone.

- Oh, I'm sorry.

- I'm sorry, he's not dead. He retired.

But I think you'll like Doctor Allen.

He's really good.

- I've lived here almost all my life.

Sixty-five years.

We raised Tommy and Meredith here.

All of our friends, the church.

Even buried Howard here.

But there's another part of me, Frank.

Another place that I can't seem to get off my mind these days.

I don't know. I'm not making any sense.

You'll be going home soon, Frank.

- Dorothy? Are you ready?

- Yes.

- Good morning, Dorothy.

I'm Doctor Allen. How are you feeling today?

- Fine.

- I have the results of the test Doctor Ferguson ordered.

Overall, they look pretty good.

How often are you taking your lipase?

- Which one is that?

- It's small and white.

- Then when the machine tells me to.

- You use an auto dispenser. That's good.

- Meredith bought it for me.

- Meredith?

- My daughter.

- Does she fill it for you?

- No, I fill it myself. She lives in Iowa.

- Do you have any family close by?

- No, but I have friends.

- How often are you taking your metaprolol? Are you sure you're taking it twice a day?

- If I take it before bed, I can't sleep.

- Well your blood pressure's still too high.

- I'm 88 years old. - Well do you want to make it to 90?

- I haven't decided.

- Let me see your hand.

How often do you get these bruises?

- One or two a day.

- A day?

- They go away fast.

- I'd like to run some tests on your warfarin levels.

I think we might need to make an adjustment.

I'm going to check your eyes.

Look straight ahead.

Are you still driving?

- Yes.

- Do you think that's wise?

You know, as we get older, our reaction times, our reflexes...

Open for me. Chin up.

Say "Ah."

- Ah.

- You might want to start thinking about making other arrangements.

Maybe look into assisted living.

Here, in Iowa, Florida maybe.

There are some really good ones down there.

And the best part,

they take you to the doctor whenever you need to go, so you don't have to drive.

You'll make new friends.

You don't have to cook.

And uh,

you can say goodbye to laundry.

Alright, I want to see you back here next month.

We're going to check on that blood pressure.

And since you're having trouble with the metaprolol,

We're going to try something else.

It's brand new.

I think you'll like it.

Dorothy, I would like you to give some thought to assisted living.

Here's a brochure

on a nice one in the area.

I know change can be difficult.

But I'm sure you'll like it if you give it a chance.

They do so much for you, you'll think you're on vacation.

- So this is a problem. I've always had a lot of freckles,

but these are a lot bigger.

- Oh, OK. Well I see that. You know, that's mostly because it's dry.

So let's try... let's try some of this.

- Just putting on the finishing touches. What do you have?

- I got the cup.

- I have the china plate. I really like it.

- Dorothy. Four.

- Come on! I want to go see if the eggs have hatched yet.

- I just want to finish this one page.

- Come on. It's no fun without you.

- OK.

- Hey, it's my turn to go first.

- No it isn't. You went first last time.

- I did?

- No, I did.

- John!

John!

- No need to shout.

- Honestly.

- What's up?

- What do you make of that?

- Well, looks like Dorothy's packing for a trip.

- John. She is 88 years old. - So?

She's probably just heading out to see Meredith and the kids.

- That's too far. Why don't you head over there and see what she's up to.

- Marge, if she wants us to know something, she'll tell us.

- Fine. I'll do it myself.

- Fine. I'll go. But it's going to cost you.

- John McMillan.

- Dorothy, that's 600 miles. When's the last time

you had the shop really look this car over?

- I don't remember.

- I know you love this Pontiac, but it's a 1999.

- This is the first car I bought that I really loved.

We're so tired of Howards trucks.

- I understand, but when something gets that old, anything can happen.

- Then that makes us two peas in a pod.

All I'm saying is, I think you should take it into the shop

for a checkup before you go.

- Answer me this question: will it make it to Terre Haute?

- Have you talked to Meredith about this?

- I don't need her permission.

Or John McMillan's either for that matter.

- What do you say we get Marge in on this?

- I don't care if you get the pope himself. I'm not going to change my mind.

- I believe that. - What'd you say?

- I said I'll be right back.

- Yeah, that's what I thought.

- Well, what did she say?

- Looks like she's going to take a trip back home.

- To Terre Haute?

- Well we will see about that.

- Dorothy.

- I was just on my way over.

- I have made up my mind to take a trip back home to Terre Haute.

- Dorothy, that's a really long drive.

- There's no need to worry. I'm going to do it over two days.

I'll have plenty of time to stop and see the sights along the way.

I left my oldest and dearest friend back there.

And she's not able to visit me here, so it's up to me to visit her.

- It just seems so sudden.

- At my age it's best to not plan too far ahead. I don't even buy green bananas.

- Well, what about your cat?

- I was hoping the two of you might look after her 'til I get back.

She pretty much keeps to herself nowadays.

- Of course we will, but--

- And if something happens and I don't get back,

you go right ahead, you put her down and pour her in with me.

She won't know the difference.

- Have you called Meredith?

- I have not, and I don't want you to either.

She's got two kids in college now.

- Oliver out of work like he is, she's got enough to worry about

without me putting my load on her.

And I promise you,

I will call her when I get there.

- Dorothy.

- It's now or never, Marge.

And I'm just not ready for never.

- So? - I think we should call Meredith.

- Is that what she wants?

- Just because you want something doesn't mean you should have it.

- And just because you're old doesn't mean you shouldn't.

- It's OK, sweetheart.

Marge and John live right next door.

They're going to check on you every day.

I love you.

I'll see you soon.

- Talk about service.

- Well, we wanted you to be able to see.

- You two are really something.

- I printed off some maps for you. Once you get on to I-70,

it's a straight shot all the way into Terre Haute.

- I haven't driven on that highway in 15 years and I'm not about to start now.

No, sir. I came out here on the national road in 1952,

and that's the road I'm going to take back.

I've got it all marked here.

- Dorothy, this map is from the 60s. A lot of those road were closed years ago.

- I know where I'm going.

- Dorothy, there have been a lot of changes since then.

Some of those towns you remember, they aren't even really there anymore.

Just little grease spots on the prairie.

- They may look a little bit different now, but I'll remember them.

- Can you drive after dark?

- I'm still legal, if that's what you mean.

- Dorothy.

- I told you I was going to stop for the night.

- Where?

- I've got a little place in mind.

- Why don't you take me with you?

- I can help with the driving.

- That's a great idea. Marge loves a good road trip.

- This is my road and my trip. You two can take your own trip later.

- Dorothy, listen. You're never going to get there using this map.

There have been too many changes.

Just take these. They're real easy.

- If it'll make you happy.

- It'd make me happier if you'd let Marge go with you.

- My mind is made up.

- Do you have the phone that Meredith gave you?

- Yes, it's right here.

In my purse.

I would love to stay and talk, but I best be getting going.

- Not without a hug you don't.

- Well now, I guess I could wait for that.

- Now drive carefully, and you call us if you get lost, or if you need anything.

Anything at all.

- Don't worry. I'll be fine. I know where I'm going.

Toodeloo!

- Drive carefully.

What have we done.

- They've gotta grow up sometime.

- Afternoon, ma'am.

- What's the matter, officer? Was I speeding?

- No, actually, we've got a couple of reports of a white-haired lady driving

kind of slow down the highway.

Seems some folks thought she might be a safety hazard.

- I haven't driven on the highways in a while.

- I understand.

Ma'am, the law says you have to do at least 45 out here

and I just clocked you at 42.

Could I see your drivers license and registration, please?

- Oh, of course.

- Could you take that out for me?

- It's a little bit tricky.

- The registration's in the glove box.

- This should be fine for now. I'll be back in a minute.

Here you go ma'am.

- Thank you.

- Where you headed?

- To Terre Haute.

- Indiana. Wow.

Well, it'll probably take you a lot longer, but I think you'd feel a little more

comfortable taking the county roads.

- You're right.

- Look, if you continue heading south there'll be a road off to your left.

That's county road 58.

It'll follow the highway east for some time. After that, you'll be on your own.

You'll probably want to get a map.

- I will. Thank you.

- You have a great day, ma'am.

- You, too.

- So much for you.

- Go ahead and pop the hood.

Looks like you got a pretty good leak there.

- I don't know what happened.

- Oh, you probably just blew a hose. That's all.

- Someone in town told me you'd probably be able to fix it.

- Lady, I ain't gonna have any parts for this car.

- Isn't there anything you can do?

- I might be able to make something fit, but it'd just be temporary.

Or I could get the right part and hook it up for you tomorrow.

- Tomorrow?

- Well, let's see what we're looking at first.

That's the trouble with these older cars. The hoses oxidize,

get weak, and just blow.

- I hope it's not too hard to fix.

- Well...

It's just like I said, you can see it coming out from down under there.

- Is there anything you can do?

- Well I might be able to cut out the split, and

patch it with an adapter and a couple of hose clamps, but that's about it.

- How long would that take?

- Not too long. About an hour.

Two at the most.

- I'd really appreciate it.

- You might want to think about replacing all of them, or

just getting something newer.

I'm afraid this one's seen better days.

- I'll think about that. Thank you.

Is there some place I can wait?

- Lady, you don't want to wait here.

I can take you up to this little church in town.

It's just a couple blocks west of here.

- No, there's no need for you to go anywhere.

Truth to tell, I could use a walk anyway.

No, you get to going what needs to be done.

- OK.

I'll come get you when I'm finished.

- Thank you.

- Oh, excuse me. I was just looking for a place to sit down.

- We thought you were the pastor.

- Linda just found out her sister died.

- Oh, I'm so sorry.

- Well, it happenned over a month ago, but her daughter never told her.

- She was the baby.

My little sister.

- Now there's no one left but me.

- Your daughter must love you very much.

I know when the doctor told my husband he had the cancer,

the doctor said he had a 15 percent chance. I was devastated.

But not Howard. All the way home he just chatted as always.

Like there was nothing wrong with him at all.

He talked about visiting our daughter in Iowa,

about going back for his 50th reunion,

about finally cleaning out the attic.

I didn't understand it at all.

But Howard never could hear very well, probably on account of the war.

He thought the doctor said he had a 50 percent chance.

I didn't have the heart to tell him any different.

It's hard to watch someone you love suffer.

And some folks might say it's wrong to try to protect them.

But you and I as mothers know we do everything we can to shield

the ones we love from the pains and sorrows of life.

So I know, without you ever saying a word,

you taught your daughter well.

- Thank you.

- I checked the food and changed its litter.

I couldn't find it though.

- What have we done.

- It's probably just under a bed somewhere.

- No, I mean about Dorothy. I couldn't reach her.

- You tried to call?

- She didn't answer.

- She probably drove into a ditch reaching for the phone.

- That is not helpful, John. Not helpful at all.

And it's all your fault, anyway.

- My fault?

- No.

But we could have stopped her. We could have taken her keys and called Meredith.

- You're right, we could have.

But does that mean we should have?

- Can I have another strawberry?

- Sure!

- Do you have to go?

- I'll be back later.

- I wish I had a mom to call me in.

- Do you ever get mad at God?

- Mad at God?

Why?

- 'Cause he took your mama to heaven.

- I still cry sometimes at night.

But I know I'll see her again someday.

My daddy promised.

- I want to go when you go.

- Me, too.

- Try one. It'll take you back when you were a little girl.

- It already has.

- Do you happen to know of a place called The Munger Moss Motel?

I stayed there a long time ago. I'm hoping it's still there.

- It sure is. It's just another15 miles up the road.

Probably hasn't changed much either.

- That's just what I'm hoping.

- You let me know if you need anything else.

- She was right.

- We're closed.

- Oh, I'm sorry. The light was on.

- You staying at the hotel?

- I am. My husband and I spent the night there a long time ago.

- You hungry, or just wanting something to drink?

- I just thought I might have a bite of dessert before bed.

- Go ahead and sit anywhere. I'll be out in a minute.

- Here you go.

- Thank you.

- And the desserts are there at the bottom.

- That's quite a collection you've got there.

- I'm sorry?

- Your charms.

- Oh, yeah, I guess.

I got this one when I was 16 and just kept going. The story of my life.

- They sure are pretty.

- So what will it be?

- Are you sure you don't mind?

- No, it's fine.

- Why don't you tell me what's good.

- Oh, well, people don't normally come here for the food.

They come here when they've got no place else to go.

- I don't believe that.

How about you bring me what you'd like.

- Are you serious?

- Why not?

- OK, I guess,

if it was me I'd probably just get the chocolate cake.

We don't make that here.

- Sounds good to me.

- You sure I can't get you anything else?

- Maybe some ice cream?

- We don't make that here either.

I'll be right back.

- Tell me about that one.

Oh, I'm sorry. You don't have to.

- Oh, it's... it's me.

Was me, anyway.

I kept it to remind myself how easy it is to throw it all away.

- Throw what away?

- Everything.

Everything I had.

Everything I loved.

- Ever been married?

- Once upon a time.

We were high school sweethearts.

He was 20. I was 18.

We had one of those 8 pound premies you used to hear about back then.

- There was nothing new about that.

- Paul was a plumber.

Just like his daddy. And his daddy's daddy before that.

Paul Taylor Plumbing.

He had a fleet of red trucks with all three Pauls on the side.

I think his daddy named him Paul just so people would think

they were talking to the boss every time they called.

- I bet it worked.

- Paul was rock solid.

Bought me and Cassie a nice house outside of town.

Worked real hard fixing it up.

Put a white picket fence out front.

I was a stay at home mom, if you can believe it.

Just living the dream.

Now look at me.

- You were right about the cake. It's good.

- Everything seemed so good from the outside.

But inside...

Not so much.

I don't know what's wrong with me.

That fence just started to close in.

Started to feel more like a cage.

- We all feel like that sometimes.

- One night I met this guy named Jacob at a club downtown.

He was in the band, of course.

I went back the next night.

And the night after.

And every single night for two weeks straight.

Sometimes I'd come home late.

Sometimes I wouldn't come home at all.

And when it was time for the band to move on.

Jacob asked me to come with them.

Paul knew what I was doing.

Begged me not to go.

Told me how much he loved me.

How much he and Cassie needed me.

But I looked at my life, and I looked at Jacob's.

I mean, who would you rather spend your life with?

Rock solid?

Or rock star?

So I left Cassie with Paul and I went out on the road.

What kind of mother does that?

- We all make mistakes.

- Well I guess you can figure out the rest.

Here I am.

Still living the dream.

- What about tomorrow?

- This is my tomorrow.

- It doesn't have to be that way.

- It's nice of you to say, but...

Paul got remarried.

Real nice girl.

She and I were friends in high school, if you can believe it.

She had more sense than I did, that's for sure.

- And Cassie?

- They raised her real good.

But, uh...

She's, uh...

She's not so little anymore.

She's getting married in September.

- Well of course you're going to the wedding.

- Oh, she wouldn't want me there.

- How do you know?

- 'Cause I wouldn't.

You know, it's been so long, she probably wouldn't recognize me anyway.

I will never forget her.

She's right here with me.

Right here.

I'm sorry.

- One night I met this guy at a club downtown.

And when it was time for the band to move on, Jacob asked me to come with him.

So I left Cassie with Paul and I went out on the road.

What kind of mother does that?

- Dearest Meredith,

I am so sorry I didn't talk to you before I left.

Please understand that I was most anxious to leave while it was still daylight.

Give my love to one and all.

I love you so much.

- What are you doing out there?

- I've been waiting for you.

Meet me at the tree.

- It won't open!

- Coming!

- I can't take this.

- I need some breakfast. Are you hungry?

Why don't you come in while I get dressed.

I don't want to give the neighbors a fright.

- You don't even know my name, yet you still put $500 in my purse.

- I wanted you to have it.

- Why?

- Because you remind me of someone I knew back home.

- Did she make a mess of her life, too?

- She had a pretty good start on it.

She came from a good family, but she quit school at 17.

Somehow or another got it in her fool head that she was born for the stage.

So she moved away to the big city to try her luck.

Her family did everything they could to get her to come back home.

But she had stars in her eyes.

And cotton in her head.

She knocked around from job to job.

Waiting tables, mostly.

Until one day she met a man.

Fell for him hard.

But he wasn't just any man.

He was a married man with two kids.

- So what happened?

- Exactly what you'd expect.

He cut her off.

Moved on to someone new, I suppose.

It was an old story, even then.

That's when she thought she might move back home, but she was...

She was ashamed.

And sorry for what she did.

What people would think.

- Did she ever go?

Back home?

- Eventually.

But it took a little while.

She went back and got a job on the perfume counter at Roots.

- Roots?

- It was the big department store in Terre Haute.

Long gone now.

She got a little money together and enrolled in secretarial school.

Wasn't a year later 'til she met a nice young man at church.

Her friends all warned her not to, but she told him everything.

He must've really loved her, too.

For they were married a year later and had two kids together.

- So they lived happily ever after?

- Well, she'd say nobody can make you happy.

No, I had to make that choice myself.

- Would you mail this letter for me?

- It's the least I can do.

- You be sure to give that daughter of yours a big hug for me.

- I will.

- You take care of yourself.

- You, too.

- Goodbye.

- Still no answer?

- She's dead.

I know it.

- She's not dead.

- But the cat is.

- Oh no.

She loved that cat.

- Found it in the laundry room curled up on some of Dorothy's clothes.

- That's it.

We have got to call Meredith, and...

She's going to be so angry, and I don't blame her.

If my two well-meaning neighbors had let my 88-year-old mother wander off.

I'd be spittin' mad.

Mother of God.

- The police?

- It's Meredith!

What do we do?

- Don't answer it.

- Don't be ridiculous.

- Well don't look at me.

- You are the one that said she should go on the trip.

- Hello?

- John, it's Meredith.

- Meredith. What a surprise.

Marge was just talking about you.

Here she is now.

- Hi, Meredith. How are you?

- I'm not sure.

I've been trying to call Mom since yesterday, but I can't seem to reach her.

Do you know if everything's OK? It's not like her to not return my messages.

- Well, I do know her cat died.

- Oh no.

I guess that might explain it.

- Yeah, she's probably just taking care of things there at the vet.

I'm looking out the window right now and her car isn't in the driveway,

but everything looks fine to me.

- You wouldn't keep my in the dark, would you, Marge?

- Why would you say that?

- I don't know. Just a feeling.

If there really was a problem, I mean, you'd tell me about it, wouldn't you?

Even if she didn't want me to know?

- Of course we would.

- I'm sorry. I don't know what I was thinking.

It's just that ever since last night, I've had a bad feeling about Mom.

- Well, you just worry about her.

That's all.

We all do.

- I know you do.

Well, could you tell her to call me when you see her?

- Don't worry. I'm sure everything's fine.

- I'm sorry I bothered you.

I can't begin to tell you how much better we feel knowing you're so close.

- Oh, it's not bother at all. We're happy to help.

- I know you are.

- Well, I'll give her the message.

- Thank you.

- You have a good day.

- You, too.

- Goodbye.

- Goodbye.

- What time is confession?

- Who is it?

- Come on!

Meet me at the tree!

- Ma'am.

Ma'am, are you OK?

- What's wrong?

- Can you roll your window down for me, please?

- Is there something wrong?

- Ma'am, you were asleep.

- Oh, yes.

Well, I... didn't sleep very well last night.

Strange bed and all.

- I see.

You have a drivers license I could see, please?

- If I'd known so many people wanted to see it

I would have had my hair done.

- Thank you.

Have you been stopped recently?

- Well, not for speeding, if that's what you're thinking.

- No, ma'am.

- So you're from Kansas?

- I am.

- Where are you headed?

- Back home.

- Well, ma'am.

I'm afraid you're pointed in the wrong direction,

'cause Kansas is way west of here.

- No, I meant back to where I grew up.

Terre Haute.

- Well, you're almost there.

About another 60 miles or so.

I'm not going to issue a citation today, even though it is illegal

for you to park alongside the road here like this.

- I'm sorry.

- Next time you're tired, please try to make it into a town or at least

a rest area. That'd be a lot safer.

- I will. Thank you.

- Ma’am, is there somebody I can call for you today?

- No, thank you. I'm fine.

I think I would like to stop to have some lunch.

Maybe help me stay awake.

- Sure.

Well, there's a cute little diner in the town you're coming to,

about 10 miles or so up the road.

Just keep heading east. It's right there on the square. You can't miss it.

- Thank you.

- You're welcome. There's your license back.

Well, please be safe when you're headed back home and be careful when

you pull back out here, OK?

- I will. Thank you very much.

- Would you like a cup of coffee?

- Oh, yes, please. Thank you.

Ordinarily I'm not much for drinking coffee this late in the day,

but I think today it might do me good.

- Yeah, I know what you mean.

I have to switch to decaf after 5 of I am up all night.

- Who's that man sleeping on the sidewalk out there?

- You know, I honestly don't know.

I mean, I probably should. He's here all the time.

Jim should know.

Hey, Jim!

Can you come here for a second?

- Yeah, what's up?

- So that man who sleeps on the street. Do you know his name?

- Sixties? - Yeah

- That'd be Wade Garrison.

- How long has he been out there?

- I'll be right back.

- Oh, long time.

- Long as I've been here. At least 25 years.

Is he bothering you?

- No, no, not at all.

Is he a veteran?

- Yes, ma'am.

He was in Nam. He served under Lt. Calley at My Lai.

- Dear God.

- Is there anything else I can get for you?

- Yes, actually, could you fix me another BLT?

And maybe a piece of that cherry pie to go?

- Pretty good, huh? - It was.

- That's what everyone says. Absolutely, I'll be right back.

- Jim!

Jim!

- What's wrong? - Look at this.

- What is it? - Just read it.

- Please use this money for food for Mr Garrison. Thanks.

- Who was she, anyway?

- An angel.

- I hope you don't mind. It's such a pretty day.

I'd get down there with you if I thought I could get back up again.

I brought you a sandwich and some pie.

Nothing too fancy, really. I just thought it was good.

If you don't want to, you don't have to eat it. You won't hurt my feelings one bit.

I'm taking a... what do they call it?

A road trip, if you can believe it.

To my home.

To the place where I came to be.

Seems a lot farther going back.

But that's not possible. I know that. It just...

seems like that today.

We moved out west in 1952.

Howard had just got back from the war. The one in Korea.

The forgotten war, some people call it today.

As if the men who served there could ever forget.

Howard wrote me nearly every day.

Never said much of consequence, really.

I figure he was trying not to worry me, or he was getting it all together to

tell me about it when he got back home.

But he never did talk about it. Not once.

Not even when I asked him.

I didn't understand it, but I figured he was trying to protect me.

Now I wonder if he wasn't trying to protect himself, too,

from the memory of the things he'd seen and done.

Wasn't a year before our first child came. Had to make up for lost time.

Tommy was a good boy. Always was.

Any game with a ball, you could count him in.

He had more pets than he had sense. Frogs, snakes, turtles. You name it.

Try as we might, our little boy grew up to be a man, and then, just like his daddy,

the man went off to war.

I cried hard the night he left.

His daddy did, too, but he tried not to show it.

I gave Tommy a great big hug and told him how much I loved him.

His daddy shook his hand. Then wouldn't let go.

I think he knew what Tommy was getting into.

Hard to watch.

Hard to think about now.

Tommy wrote us a letter every day.

Then we got a telegram.

Tommy's letters stopped.

And our lives were never the same.

I don't know what happened to you in that terrible war.

But now I think Tommy and the other men who didn't make it back

had the easier path.

They only had to die once.

- Yes, I can hold.

- Did you reach her.

- Yes. Yes, sir. That's right.

- A silver alert.

- What are you doing?

- Hold on a moment, please.

- I am trying to find Dorothy.

- Hang that phone up right now.

- I'm sorry. I need to call you back.

- You called the police?

- We have got to find her, John.

There is something wrong. I know it.

- Give me the phone.

- How you doing today?

- I am not going to lie. I have felt better.

- Do you want me to take care of that for you?

- Oh, yes. Thank you. That would be nice.

- My grandma doesn't like doing this either.

- Where's your wash room?

- It's inside and then straight to the back.

- Thank you.

- Your cell phone's ringing.

- Oh, it's been ringing off the hook for two days now.

I'd answer it if I knew how. - Do you want me to answer it for you?

- Would you? - Yeah, sure. No problem.

Hello? - Dorothy?

- No, this is Sam.

- Sam? - Dear God. - She's right here.

- I'll put her on.

- So, just hold it like this, and then talk right there.

- Thank you.

Hello?

- Dorothy? Are you OK?

We've been trying to get a hold of you since yesterday afternoon.

- I know.

- Then why didn't you pick up the phone?

Marge thought you were lying in a ditch somewhere.

- The plain truth is, I forgot how to answer the doggone thing.

- She forgot how to answer it.

Where are you?

- I don't know. Where am I?

- About 50 miles west of Terre Haute.

- About 50 miles west of Terre Haute. - She's almost there.

- That's good Dorothy. Sounds like you're going to make it.

- Looks like. - Listen, Dorothy. Meredith called,

and she's worried about you.

- I'm not surprised.

- Maybe you should just go ahead and tell her what I'm up to.

- I will. What was the name of your friend? - What friend?

- The friend you were going to see? Pat, was it?

- Yes, but you just tell her I went back for a reunion.

- Dorothy? Are you still there? - Yes.

Let her know I had to do it, John.

And make sure she knows how very much I love her, and all of them.

- I will, Dorothy.

- And John. - Yes?

- Thank you for not trying to stop me.

It's been a really nice trip. Just real nice.

- We were just worried about you. That's all.

- Well, you don't have to worry about me now.

- Good. - Goodbye, John.

- Goodbye, Dorothy.

- All done? - Thank you, young man. Yes.

- You didn't tell her about the cat.

- She'll find out soon enough.

- Could you make a call for me? - What's the number?

- I think it's in the phone. Her name is Meredith.

- OK. Meredith.

Oh, here it is. It's filed under "D".

- For "daughter".

- Um, there's two numbers here. Her cell and then her home.

- Try the cell. That's the one she keeps with her most of the time.

- Thank you.

There's no answer.

- Well, you can leave a message, you know? - There's no need to worry her now.

- Yeah, no problem.

Alright. Here you go. - Thank you very much.

- Look, I hate to give you bad news, but your right front tire is pretty low.

I'm pretty sure I can hear it leak.

- Can it get me to Terre Haute?

- Well, I can pump it up for you, but it's going to keep leaking out 'til it's flat.

- It'll probably last you a couple hours, but you really need to get some new tires.

- I just don't have time for that right now.

I'll have it taken care of when I get to Terre Haute.

- Well, make sure you do, or you're going to wake up to a flat tire in the morning.

- Wouldn't want that. - No, ma'am.

- Alright, so just pull up over there and I'll pump it up for you.

- I'd appreciate it.

- Hey, it's my turn to go first.

- No, it isn't. You went first last time. - I did?

- No, I did.

- Come on!

- What took you so long?

- I came as fast as I could!

- Look, Dorothy! From up here you can see forever!