(You're only going to understand the last conversation here if you've seen Frozen.)
Hey. Don't worry so much about the amount of punch-throwing the boys do, they've been doing it since they were born. I first witnessed a bad umpire call when I was nine that left both of them duking it out in the gravel by the concession stand long after the game was over.
They were on the same team.
They proceeded to throw punches over every little thing throughout the next three and a half decades, right up through and into yesterday. It's a thing. I have visions of them in a nursing home in old age, tripping each other's walkers over and laughing hysterically when I'm long gone.
Ben thought it was hysterical but he finds everything ridiculous in his sobriety.
Ignore him, Bridget. He loves you. He wants what's best for you.
That is bullshit and you know it, Benjamin.
Then ignore it, he can't have you?
That's better.
Lochlan took it differently. He lay in bed half the morning singing Let It Go.
Conceal, don't feel-
Hey, Locket.
Don't let them know-
Oh my God, please stop singing.
Well, now they know....let it go, let it go.
I think I'm going to cry.
Why? What's wrong?
I have one apathetic wagon-riding husband, one Disney princess and one demon to contend with. I wish the earth would swallow me whole.
But what will we do when you're gone?
GET ALONG, Loch!
Ha, now there's a movie no one's ever going to make.
Too fantasy-based?
You betcha.
