Later that day Harry goes to Joyce's house. Joyce opens that door.
Joyce: Mr.Senate?
Harry: (Smiles)
Joyce: What are you doing here?
Harry: I have to talk to you.
Joyce: Come in.
Harry walks into the house and sees a pile of laundry on the floor and the dishes piling up in the sink.
Joyce: What do you want Mr.Senate?
Harry: The reason why you weren't at school.
Joyce: I wasn't feeling good.
Harry: Joyce...I really want to help you.
Joyce: Help? No one can help me. Anyways this is my life; I don't need you to help.
Harry: I know you have problems going on right now.
Joyce: Really? What would that problem be?
Harry: You're mom is behind on her bills..
Joyce: (Smiles) you've been checking Mr.Senate.
Harry: You're a smart kid, you're marks were great, but now, their all dropping.
Joyce: Let me guess, you know why.
Harry: Why do you feel that you're life is over, just because you're grandmother passed away?
Joyce: It's none of your business what I feel. I don't plan on getting your help.
Harry: You need my help. I can tell that your mom isn't doing much.
Joyce: Don't you be talking shit about my mom, she's working her ass off to pay the bills, its just not enough.
Harry: I'm sorry, I didn't ....
Joyce: Mr.Senate you're a great teacher, but there's some things that you just can't fix. My life is fated to be like this.
Harry: That's where you're wrong. You don't have to give everything up.
Joyce: How do you plan on helping me?
Harry: First, we can do something about your house.
Joyce: ...Ok.
Harry and Joyce clean the house, Harry washes the dishes and Joyce does the laundry.
Joyce: Mr.Senate, you can't throw that out.
Harry: (Holds onto a pack of cigarettes) I think I can. (Drops it into the garbage can)
Joyce: Ok then.. (Looks at the clock) Mr.Senate it's getting late.
Harry: I'm gonna get going, one more thing.
Joyce: What's that?
Harry: You have to promise me that you will be at school everyday.
Joyce: ...
Harry: Joyce..
Joyce: I don't know if I can.
Harry: You can.
Joyce: I'll try.
Harry walks towards the door.
Joyce: Mr.Senate?
Harry: (Looks at Joyce) Ya?
Joyce: Thank you.
Harry: (Smiles)
Joyce: Mr.Senate?
Harry: (Smiles)
Joyce: What are you doing here?
Harry: I have to talk to you.
Joyce: Come in.
Harry walks into the house and sees a pile of laundry on the floor and the dishes piling up in the sink.
Joyce: What do you want Mr.Senate?
Harry: The reason why you weren't at school.
Joyce: I wasn't feeling good.
Harry: Joyce...I really want to help you.
Joyce: Help? No one can help me. Anyways this is my life; I don't need you to help.
Harry: I know you have problems going on right now.
Joyce: Really? What would that problem be?
Harry: You're mom is behind on her bills..
Joyce: (Smiles) you've been checking Mr.Senate.
Harry: You're a smart kid, you're marks were great, but now, their all dropping.
Joyce: Let me guess, you know why.
Harry: Why do you feel that you're life is over, just because you're grandmother passed away?
Joyce: It's none of your business what I feel. I don't plan on getting your help.
Harry: You need my help. I can tell that your mom isn't doing much.
Joyce: Don't you be talking shit about my mom, she's working her ass off to pay the bills, its just not enough.
Harry: I'm sorry, I didn't ....
Joyce: Mr.Senate you're a great teacher, but there's some things that you just can't fix. My life is fated to be like this.
Harry: That's where you're wrong. You don't have to give everything up.
Joyce: How do you plan on helping me?
Harry: First, we can do something about your house.
Joyce: ...Ok.
Harry and Joyce clean the house, Harry washes the dishes and Joyce does the laundry.
Joyce: Mr.Senate, you can't throw that out.
Harry: (Holds onto a pack of cigarettes) I think I can. (Drops it into the garbage can)
Joyce: Ok then.. (Looks at the clock) Mr.Senate it's getting late.
Harry: I'm gonna get going, one more thing.
Joyce: What's that?
Harry: You have to promise me that you will be at school everyday.
Joyce: ...
Harry: Joyce..
Joyce: I don't know if I can.
Harry: You can.
Joyce: I'll try.
Harry walks towards the door.
Joyce: Mr.Senate?
Harry: (Looks at Joyce) Ya?
Joyce: Thank you.
Harry: (Smiles)