INT. JESSIE’S HOME/SAMSON’S ROOM – NIGHT
Drew watches from the darkened doorway, as Jessie slaps pajamas on a groggy Samson.
He’s an exciting kid.
It’s the only thing he inherited from Cheryl.
Do you love me? Come on, I carried you
half a mile . . . do you love me?
Thick and thin?
Thick and thin.
I’m surprised Aunt Hollie didn’t make it.
She’s pretty broken up. She sends her love
to everybody, though.
Jessie nods, he knows the subtext.
I don’t blame her. Around here, their favorite thing
in the world is to get offended by something small,
and hold onto it for fifty years.
Drew smiles at his outspoken cousin, and nods as in – better get to bed.
But then, you and your dad were close.
Oh very close. I knew him very, very well. He was my
Dad! We were actually going to . . . drive here together . . .
this year . . . and it became next year . . . and no, I knew him
very well. Very, very well.
And it’s obvious in the extra beat we stay on Drew that he didn’t know his father well at all.