Rebecca, Dad wants to see you. I’m on the phone.
I’ll write to you from California, I’ll see you when I come home. Goodbye, Aunt Molly. Take care.
Dad? Kevin, where are you? Rebecca!
What? I’m in the kitchen.
What’s going on? Dad’s downstairs, he wants to show you something.
Show me? Show me what? You’ll see, come on.
Kevin, I’m busy packing, what’s this all about? Ask Dad.
What’s this? It’s your new car.
Dad! You’re joking! I. . . I can’t believe it! This is for me?
You need a car, don’t you? And you deserve it. It’s a little present from Kevin and me.
Ugh! Not so tight! And here’s the title to the car, and I paid for the car insurance.
I’m just speechless. You speechless? Kevin, when’s the last time your sister was speechless?
Not in a long time. So are we going for a ride? What do you think?
It’s perfect. My first car, I can’t believe it! So?
Get in! This car’s great, Dad, but I bet you spent a fortune on it!
Not really, I got a good deal. Try the horn.
It’s got a good radio and tape deck, everything a musician needs on a long trip. Look at that view.
I’m gonna miss this place. Sure you’re. Boston’s been your home for twenty-eight years.
When I think about leaving, I get butterflies in my stomach. You’ll be fine.
Yeah, you’ll be ok. I hope so.
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You’re talking to yourself. It’s an old habit.
Boy, you have a lot of bags. Maybe I shouldn’t take all this stuff. Well, but what if I need it?
I hope we can fit all these suitcases into the car. We have to! Oh, I have some things to show you.
Here’s a list of what needs to be done on a regular basis put out the garbage, recycle the glass and the cans, the newspapers and the cardboard, don’t put anything.
Dad’s on my case about all of that. You need to help him keep the place clean, buy the groceries. I’m starting to realize how nice it is to have a big sister around.
It’s gonna be kind of strange without you. Hi.
Are you all packed? Almost.
I want you to have this. Dad . . . another present? What is it?
Mom’s necklace, do you really want me to have this? It’s beautiful. Thanks, Dad.
I’m sorry your mother isn’t here to say all the right things, so I’ll try, myself. It’s ok, Dad, you don’t have to.
This is your home if you ever need help or change your mind or anything . . . remember, we’re here. Thanks, Dad. Thanks for everything, I love you.
I’ll miss you, God knows. Well, you’d better get some sleep, you’ve got a big day tomorrow.
Night, Dad. Night.
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For crying out loud. Your sister won’t be able to see! All right already! Are there any more bags?
No, this is it. I’ll put these in the trunk.
OK. Hey, guys, where is she?
Don’t worry, she’s still here. Hey!
Oh, I couldn’t let you go without saying one last goodbye and to give you this. Ah, yes, the mystery present.
Oh, Sandy, a diary! It’s perfect! I want you to write down all the good stuff.
What about the bad stuff? Oh, absolutely! I want it all in writing.
And remember, since I gave you the diary, I get to read it. Over my dead body!
Hey, I have something for you, too. Kevin.
See, a little something for good luck. A four-leaf clover! I love it.
It’s a key ring for your new car. Thanks, Kevin, I guess it’s that time.
I’ll see you, Sis. Don’t get lost. I’ll try not to.
I can’t believe you’re going! I know.
Well. Well, call us tonight and tell us how you are.
I will. And have a good trip, Becky. Don’t worry about us. Just be careful.
Your guitar. Oh, put it in the back seat.
Remember, don’t pick up any hitchhikers except for the cute ones! Bye.
Bye, Rebecca. Be careful, Bye!
Well, this is it, Mom. I’m off to San Francisco.
I’ll try and do my very best. Keep an eye on Kevin and Dad for me, hm?
I miss you, Mom. Bye.
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