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Dear Red Shoe Diaries, you can spend your whole life with someone and think

know all there is to know about them.

All their secrets, strange habits, forgotten loves and sad losses.

But then one day they die and you discover a strange...

July

1st, 1936.

Great depression.

No work.

There's no work for anybody.

Hardly even any food.

I left home without saying goodbye to anybody.

I just knew that was the only way I could do it.

But it broke my heart.

Just too many mouths to feed.

July 6th.

Five days on the road now, and I've barely eaten.

Pretty soon I think I'll be able to see my bones on my wrist, just stretching

out like errands.

Well, besides thinking about where my next meal's going to come from, I think

all I can think about is just keeping clean.

Gosh, I just feel so scared.

I never... felt so alone before.

I tell you one thing, Missy.

You're better off alone.

Never hitch up with nobody.

Keep your road clean and easy.

Here.

Buy yourself some breakfast.

You look like you need it.

Yes, ma 'am.

Listen and learn, missy.

Listen and learn.

Hey, mister.

Is that a dollar?

Do you want this dollar?

Can I have that dollar?

My dollar.

What do I got to do for that dollar?

How about this?

I'll show you my city.

Don't give me that dollar.

How about this?

Is that enough for that dollar?

Still my dollar.

Got to do for that dollar.

Hungry?

I said, are you hungry?

What's it look like?

Looks like you're going to swallow that plate if you're not careful.

More coffee for the lady and bring me some while you're at it.

I like mine a little sweet.

How about you?

Where are you from, pretty lady?

Where are you from?

Pennsylvania.

Is that anywhere near your happy home?

No, unless Oklahoma moved over a couple of states.

Do you like pictures?

Sure.

The film loves you.

I got an idea.

Why don't I take some pictures of you? I bet you've never had your pictures

taken before.

Not that I recall.

You can make some easy money.

Feed your empty stomach.

Not have to worry about going hungry, ever.

Nothing fancy.

I'll just go back down here to my chair, finish my coffee, and...

Taking chances.

Sometimes, even if you know it's wrong, you just gotta take a chance.

Especially when you're just living one meal to the next.

And how else was I supposed to eat?

Yeah, pretty lady.

I got a proposition for you.

Five shots, five dollars.

That's a working man's wage for two weeks.

Stand over here.

I'll let you decide.

Five shots, nothing underneath, five dollars.

Five dollars for five shots?

Yes, ma 'am.

Five shots, five dollars.

Then we're going to drink to that, right?

Yes, ma 'am.

Take another drink.

You know what I was thinking, pretty lady?

I was thinking maybe someday I could get a bunch of you travelers.

Take pictures of you.

Put them in a magazine.

Sell them to the boys waiting on the bread line.

Make me a fortune.

Does that sound good to you, pretty lady?

I guess so.

Just one more minute.

to wear it.

Friend of yours?

No.

I didn't think so.

My name's Edna.

From the game.

Mac Ross.

Very pleased to meet you, Edna Gaines.

You got there?

See your telescope?

What's it for?

Staring at the sky.

Seeing the stars of Vegas.

Rich folks' diamonds.

And the moon.

Big as an apple pie.

Funny thing.

Looking up at the stars just last night.

Reading them the way I do.

I'll be darned if they didn't tell something happening just like this.

Woman coming into my life, the guy in me.

Stars, moon, dipper, both big and small, the Milky

Way, the galaxies beyond that.

Way before the time of the Egyptians, people were thinking of...

The heaven thing, maybe by looking up at the sky, they

have some kind of understanding of what it's all about down here.

Hey, what's up?

Everything. See y 'all picture?

I just might.

You boys stay out of trouble now.

All right?

Yeah, all right.

You ever notice?

Inside of every apple there's a star.

Yeah, sure enough.

When I was a kid, I shared an apple with one of the prettiest girls I'd ever

seen.

Before I bit in it, she said the wash should shine it up until I could see

myself in it.

It tastes better that way, she said.

Well, I didn't know her that well.

Four days later, she took her daddy's shotgun.

She healed herself.

Somehow, we all preordained.

My sweet, sad -eyed, blue -eyed girl.

My eyes aren't scared no more.

Well, they look like they've been scared.

He's just a drunk.

He's out looking for trouble.

It's true, man.

Oh, I just wanted to kill him.

I wanted to kill him with my bare hands.

I was standing there right in front of his camera, and I'm wearing horse

clothes.

And I had nothing on underneath them.

Messed me up in whore's clothes.

I was just pretending that everything would be okay.

And it wasn't.

God, I was pretending it would be okay.

It's okay, Edna.

These are not the times to be judging people.

Especially not judging yourself.

We gotta go easy on ourselves.

Tired from all that running I've been doing.

Hard to make me feel better.

It's all right with you and me.

Okay.

You got soft hands.

Say, my ma drank cottonseed oil, and she knew she's having me. Made my skin

soft. That ain't true.

Well, who knows?

I got these hands to show for it.

I've always had a vision of what I thought it'd be like the first time I

with the man that I loved.

I'm going to be stalked clear of the ceiling with apples and peaches and

Every kind of bean you can think of.

I'm not going home when I want.

Now, I don't have the exact spot picked out yet, you know, where it's going to

be, but I figure I know it when I see it.

I'm going to go to California, to Los Angeles.

I think I...

Great big telescope there.

A hundred times bigger than mine.

And I'm going to go there and get myself a job.

I'll beg for it for the rest of my life if I have to.

I'm going to be working that telescope the day man first lands on the moon.

There ain't going to be no man walking on the moon.

Oh, yes, there is.

Just you wait. There's going to be people living in houses in space.

Well, train riders from other planets coming down to visit us.

You're crazy, you know that?

Crazy. You make me crazy.

You know that?

I just want you to come with me.

Come with me.

Follow my dream.

Edna, I think you're stealing my heart.

We just had two different kinds of dreams, Mac and me.

I couldn't stand to hold him back, but I couldn't stand to lose him neither.

I was on a slow train with a short stop in heaven.

I don't know that I could ever forget him with those pale blue eyes.

They was like little bits of ocean that I got to swim in for a while.

Like little tiny mirrors floating in the morning sky.

I believe they'll always be staring back at me.

Somehow.

And since nobody can ever remember seeing my grandmother with a man, I

odds are pretty good that the gentle dreamer, Mac Ross, just might have been

grandfather.

I hope so.

I really do.