纵横美国 – 04. Celebrations

Where’s Kevin? I don’t see him. He’s in the second row, Aunt Molly.

Will the Graduating Class of Boston Latin High School, please come forward and receive your diplomas? Music school? Are you going to be a music teacher?

Maybe . . . or a performer or a songwriter, or all three. Your mother always wanted to be a singer.

Kevin Patrick Casey. Kevin! Over here.

Oh, that’s my dad, I gotta go . . . I’ll see you later. Congratulations!

All right, stand over there. Ok.

I want to get a picture. You too Aunt Molly. All right, look this way. Say cheese!

Cheese! Kevin, I’m proud to see that diploma in your hand.

We all are. Congratulations, Kevin. Thanks.

Dad, stand next to Kevin. I want to get a picture of just the two of you. Ready?

And I’m proud of you, too, Becky. Me? Why?

Don’t be so modest. When your mother died, you . . . You stepped right in and you became the mother.

You took good care of Kevin and your Dad. Well, there was no one else.

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We are sorry to inform you. Oh, no, I can’t believe it . . . God. . . . another rejection letter.

Three rejections, I can’t believe it. Three rejections. I can’t believe it, what are you going to do?

I’m waiting to hear from one more school. They put me on their waiting list. Keep your fingers crossed.

Only one? Well, I hope they take you. I’m supposed to hear this week.

Which college? the New England Conservatory? No, they turned me down. It’s the San Francisco College of Music.

San Francisco? That’s right. San Francisco, California.

Rebecca! But, Rebecca, this school is on the other side of the country.

I know that, but if San Francisco accepts me and gives me some financial aid, that’s where I’m going. But you don’t know a soul out there.

Yes, I do. My godmother lives out there. What is she, rich or something? She has such a big house.

No, she’s not rich, but she does have room for me if I get accepted. You re really serious about this, aren’t you?

Dead serious. Come in.

When do we eat? In five minutes, dinner’s in the oven.

Dad’s not eating, he went to bed. What’s wrong? Is he sick?

No, he just said he was tired. So, did you hear anything about your applications? you know, to music school?

I got three rejection letters. That’s too bad. So, what’re you going to do?

I still have one last hope . . . a school in San Francisco. San Francisco.

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Ow-oo. What, Dad? Are you OK?

No! The Red Sox lost another game. Dad, you make me crazy.

Is my purse out there? Yeah, it’s here.

What’s this? A college brochure. See you tonight.

Becky, pick up the mail, ok? Pick up the mail? It s too early.

Yesterday’s mail. But, Dad, you always get the mail.

Well, I didn’t yesterday, my leg was bothering me. Oh, Trixy, that was a great walk.

Here we are. Home again! Good momin Rebecca. How are you? Good morning, Mrs. Peterson. Hi, Trixy.

Is the mail here already? No, this is from yesterday.

Oh, excuse us. We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at the San Francisco.

Oh, my God! I’m going. Good news?

I . . . I . . . very good news. What’s up with Rebecca?

I don’t know. Well, she certainly seems happy.

Morning, Grace. Sandy, I got the letter! I’m in!

What letter? You mean, the San Francisco school? Look!

Dear Ms.Casey: Congratulations! Oh my gosh, they accepted you! The San Francisco College of Music!

Oh, Rebecca, I’m so happy for you! Can you believe it?

Guess what? Rebecca’s going to college. College! Good for her.

And she’s quitting her job, too, and moving to San Francisco. She’s quitting?

Would you give up your job in this economy? No way. Well, it’s Rebecca’s dream. It’s good to have dreams.

I’ve got an idea! Why don’t you come to San Francisco with me! San Francisco? I don’t think so.

Why not? Well, first of all, I don’t have any money.

I’ll lend you some. Don’t be silly, you’re not Rockefeller.

Come on, what’s keeping you in Boston? Nothing! Ain’t that the truth, but it is home . . . I mean, my mother lives here.

You and your mom don’t even talk. Well, there’ s Jack.

Right, you and Jack. . . you know what I think about that! But it’s still home. Sorry, Rebecca, Boston’s my town.

Nice of you to ask, but no thanks. Well, it was an idea.

San Francisco. Wait till Matt and your dad hear about this! Dad?

Yeah? We have to talk.

Uh-huh.