You're going to miss Henry's graduation.
There's no graduation ceremony from grade five. I will see his report card when I return and bring a grading gift plus his birthday present. I'll be back in time for the party.
He's disappointed that you're going to miss his last day of school.
I'd be working anyway.
But you'd be there in the evening. So he could tell you he's done.
Oh, I see.
Do you? Do you get that you can't insert yourself properly as a father and then just disappear?
Yes, Bridget, I get that. Do you think it's easy to leave?
Then why did you? I told you you didn't have to go anywhere.
And I told you I did.
Is it working?
It's only been a week, Bridget. Give me time. You calling me out of the blue wanting me to come back is really fucking with my head. I'll just have to drink extra now.
I called you for Henry. This is not about us.
Everything is about us.
Maybe you should ease up on the drinking.
You're just beautiful today. Jesus Christ. I wish I was there.
So do we. Family comes before all of this.
I agree. But I'm here and my flight out is on the tenth of July so you'll just have to make do. Now I'm going to go back to my scotch. It's almost nine and I hope to be unconscious by eleven.
What are you doing?
Sitting in a chair alone in the dark thinking.
You at the house or the cottage?
I'm at a hotel downtown.
Why aren't you with your folks?
You want me to subject them to the Devil? Bridget, I may be cruel but I'm not dumb. They're old now. They don't need to see this. There are things they don't need to know.
Discretion isn't a bad thing.
I'm alone, have been since I arrived. Now are we done here? I'm thirsty.
You could just come back.
Bridget. If I come back right now, the way I feel, things will be very hard for you. So just say goodnight and let me get back to the dark, please.
Goodnight, Caleb.
Goodnight, Bridget. Cheers.
