the park bench

f o r t y f o u r

f o r t y f o u r

joanne: [rests head on lark's shoulder with lark's head atop hers] hows your family coming along?

lark: my dad's getting there, my mother only got a head ache from the fruit basket and caleb said that he forgave me for what i did.

joanne: so... lion lark?

lark: [laugh] just a stupid nickname my dad gave me.

joanne: i think it's cute.

lark: i think you're cute.

joanne: i love you.

lark: i love you, too.

joanne: my parents are going to lend me some money and i'm going to start a lil' shop or restaurant with it, you wanna be employee of the month?

lark: sweetheart, i'll be your only employee, no one would want to work for you.

joanne: please, heather's going to go to law school and become our lawyer, jo's going to be a pro-sportsman, so when he retires, he'll come work for us.

lark: us?

joanne: well, i mean, you're bound to get promoted from waitress, jeez.

lark: tell me about your shop.

joanne: it's probably going to be a cafe named the park where all the seats are going to be park benches.

lark: you're sentimental.

joanne: don't pretend you aren't.

lark: i love you.

joanne: don't be mushy.

lark:

joanne:

lark:

joanne: i love you, too.