Just that. Just walk her down the steps of Juvenile Hall, put her in the car and drive back to New York with his tail between his legs – and it wasn’t too late to go back, the house in escrow, the shopping center on the market still, the old blanket of his old life neatly folded and all ready and waiting to be pulled up over his head again. And Andrea? Forget Andrea, forget sex, forget life. He didn’t want to be alive, because if you were alive you hurt, and this hurt worse than anything he’d ever known or imagined. His daughter. They’d taken his daughter away. And why? Because he was an unfit parent. An unfit parent. That set him on fire, all right, that set him off like a Scud missile, all thrust and afterburners and calamitous rage. There was no fitter parent. Show me one – that was his attitude – just show me one. He’d been father and mother to Sierra since she was three years old and he had to rescue her from her grandmother and tell her that her mommy wasn’t coming back anymore because she’d just vanished from the face of this earth like a ghost or a breath of wind.
What do You think about A Friend Of The Earth (2000)?
