Firefly Lane (Firefly Lane 1)

He cocked his head to the right and stepped out of the trailer, moving past her, going toward his dogs.

Tullys eyes watered at the smell that came from the mobile home. She wanted to turn to the camera and say something witty, but she couldnt even swallow, she was so nervous. Inside, she found piles of junk and old food containers. There were flies everywhere and pizza boxes full of leftover crusts. But mostly what she saw were empty booze bottles and a bong. A huge pile of pot lay on the kitchen table.

Tully didnt point it out or make a comment.

Fat Bob mirrored every step, filmed her journey through this mobile home hell.

She went to the closed door behind the kitchen, knocked, and opened it, revealing the grossest bathroom of all time. She slammed the door shut and went to the next door. There, she knocked twice and then turned the knob. The bedroom was small, made smaller by the piles of clothes everywhere. Three empty half-gallon Monarch Gin bottles lined the bedside table.

Her mother lay curled in the fetal position on the unmade bed, with a ragged blue blanket wrapped around her body.

Tully bent close, noticing now how grayed and wrinkled her mothers skin had become. "Cloud?" She said the name three or four times, and got no response at all. Finally she reached out, touched her mothers shoulder, gently at first and then not so gently. "Cloud?"

Fat Bob got into position, pointed the camera at the woman in bed.

Slowly, her mother opened her eyes. It took her a long time to focus; she had a vague, vacant look. "Tallulah?"

"Hey, Cloud. "

"Tully," she said as if just remembering the nickname her daughter preferred. "What are you doing here? And who the hell is that guy with the camera?"

"Im here looking for you. "

Cloud sat up slowly, reaching into her dirty pocket for a cigarette. When she lit up, Tully noticed how palsied her mothers hand was. It took three tries to touch the tip to the flame. "I thought you were in New York, getting rich and famous. " She glanced nervously at the camera.

"Im both," Tully said, unable to squelch the pride in her voice. She hated it that still, after all the disappointments, she craved this womans admiration. "How long have you been living here?"

"What do you care? You live in some fancy place while Im rotting away. "

Tully looked at her mother, noticing the wild, unkempt hair now threaded with gray; the baggy, stained cargo pants with the ragged, torn hem; the worn flannel shirt that was buttoned wrong. And her face. Lined, dirty, and grayed from cigarettes and alcohol and a life poorly lived. Cloud was barely sixty and she looked fifteen years older. The fragile beauty of her youth was gone now, scrubbed away by harsh excess. "You cant want this, Cloud. Even you . . . "

"Even me, huh? Why did you come looking for me, Tully?"

"Youre my mother. "

"We both know better than that," Cloud cleared her throat and looked away. "I need to get away from here. Maybe I could stay with you for a few days. Take a bath. Eat something. "

Tully hated the tiny lurch of emotion that followed those words. She had waited a lifetime for her mother to want to come home with her, but she knew how dangerous a moment like this could be. "Okay. "

"Really?" The disbelief on Clouds face revealed how little faith they had in each other.

"Really. " And for an instant, Tully forgot the camera was even there. She dared to imagine the impossible: that they could become mother and daughter instead of strangers. "Come on, Cloud. Let me help you to the car. "

Tully knew she shouldnt believe in the possibility of forging a connection with her mother, but the idea created a dizzying cocktail of hope that, once drunk, made her light-headed. Maybe she could finally have a family of her own.

The camera caught it all: Tullys hope and fear and need. On the long drive home, while Cloud slept slumped in the corner, Tully spilled her heart to the lens. She answered Johnnys questions with an unprecedented honesty, revealing at last how wounded shed been by her distant mother.

Now, though, Tully added a new word.

Addicted.

For as long as shed known her mother, Cloud had been hooked on drugs or booze or both.

The more Tully thought about that, the more it seemed like the cause of their problems.

If she could get her mom into rehab and help her through the program, maybe they could make a new start. So sure of this was she that she called her boss at CBS and asked for more time off so that she could be a good daughter and help her broken mother heal.

"Are you sure thats a good idea?" Johnny asked when she got off the phone.