Page 18 of The Holiday Club


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Hollis

Can you translate that, Jay?

Jay

I can but won’t. Marv, I’m telling the government where you live.

Hollis

Yikes.

But also, what did he say?

Jay?

“Ithink that’s the mom—No, thegrandmafromParenthood,” I observe around a mouthful of popcorn from the passenger seat of Jay’s SUV. “That one.” Ipoint at the large face through the windshield. “Bruce Willis’s wife. Or ex-wife?”

Bruce Willis’s face appears on the drive-in movie screen as Marv’s silhouette cuts across it, arm swinging a metal detector over the ground in front of him.

“Never heard of it,” Jay says without looking at me from the driver’s seat.

“Never heard of it?” I scoff. “We’re watchingDie Hardfor Christmas—which is not a Christmas movie, by the way—and you’ve never heard ofParenthood?”

He looks at me, smirks, and says, “Nope.”

As if scripted, a Christmas tree appears and festive music plays through the speakers of the car.

He gives me a look like,told ya,and I shoot one back:go straight to hell.

Only three other cars—including Marv’s box truck—are parked in the grassy field of the drive-in theater I didn’t know existed.

Possibly because it’s in someone’s backyard and we had to pass a dozen hand-paintedenter and get shotsigns to get here. Mostly because the rest of the town is gathered in the park to watch a movie—a real Christmas movie. My kids included.

Without me.

“Everyone else is watchingIt’s a Wonderful Lifein the park—together—and you’re here. I don’t get it. Why not just go where everyone else is?”

He tosses a piece of popcorn in his mouth and glances from the screen to me. “I don’t like that movie.”

I gasp. “Youwhat?”

He shrugs. “George Bailey kind of sucks.”

Another gasp. “Hewhat?”

“Sucks.” He doesn’t look away from the screen. “He complains. Helps people then whines about it. Just a pain in theass, really. And he has that voice.” His nose scrunches in disgust. “Kind of nasally, you know?”

I open my mouth, close it.

Open my mouth, close it.

Open my mouth, give up.

Because, maybe, he’s not wrong.

We watch Bruce Willis work to save the day for a few minutes. A topless woman is dragged across the screen.

Christmas movie, my ass.