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: Ever think of killing yourself on purpose like my daddy done? Karl
: I studied about it. The Bible says you ought not to. It says if you do that, you go off to Hades. Some folks call it Hell, I call it Hades.
: I'd like to kill that son-of-a-bitch. I hate him. Karl
: You ought not talk that way. You just a boy.
: What am I supposed to do about supper while you're out runnin' around with that fag? Linda
: You're not crippled, get in there and make it yourself. Doyle
: Talkin' back and everything. That kinda makes me horny, Linda. Linda
: Frank, maybe you better go play in your room if Doyle's gonna talk nasty. Frank
: I don't wanna go play in my room. Doyle
: He don't wanna go play in his room. Let's all just sit here and be a family. Until your mentally retarded friend and your homosexual friend get here.
: Frank's a weak little kid. His daddy taught him how to be a pussy. Frank
: Stop it, Doyle! Don't talk about my daddy. Doyle
: "Don't talk about my daddy". Go on and get up outta here. Go out to the garage and let me be. Go on now, get!
: Just 'cause I ain't gonna be around no more, maybe, don't mean that I don't care for you. Frank
: I care 'bout you too, but you'll be around. Don't say that. Karl
: Doesn't matter where I was to be. We'll always be friends. You and me made friends right off the bat. Don't nobody ever change that. I kindly want to put my arm around you, then I'm gonna get up out of here and leave.
[Puts his arm around Frank
: I love you, boy.
: Mama's got a boyfriend now. His name is Doyle Hargraves. He works construction so he makes a pretty good living, but he don't help Mama out with any money though. He ain't no good. He's mean to her. He don't like me at all. Mama says it's 'cause he's jealous that I belong to my Daddy instead of him. He spends the night at our house sometimes and he's got his own house, somebody told me it's where he can have more girlfriends. I like it on the nights he ain't at our house. I ain't so nervous then. Karl
: How come her still being girlfriends and all with him if he's mean to her? Frank
: She says it's for the times he's good to her. She's lonely since Daddy died, sometimes she says she don't know why. He threatened to kill her if she ever left him. My daddy would kill him if he were still here and somebody was mean to Mama. Vaughan, he's real good to Mama. Vaughan that you met. But he's not able to do anything to Doyle. He's funny, you know. Not funny "Ha-Ha", funny queer. He likes to go with men instead of women. That makes him not able to fight too good. He sure is nice, though. He's from St. Louis, people who are queer get along better in a big town. I wish he liked to go with women, I'd rather he be Mama's boyfriend than Doyle.
: [Eating potted meat
] I reckon it tastes alright. Frank
: You really think it's got peckers in there? Karl
: You know better than that. You ought not say that word. Frank
: It smells funny. Karl
: Yeah, it's pretty loud. Looky there. I believe you right. I believe I see one right in there.
: You know what, by God? Linda
: What? Doyle
: I know what I oughta do tonight. Linda
: Please don't. Doyle
: Mmm-hmm. I'm gonna call up Morris and have him get the band together. We're gonna have a party. Party our asses off. I'd love to show them that damn Karl. They'd get a real kick out of him. You know they would. Linda
: Please, Doyle, not tonight. They always stay until morning, I'll just give out. Doyle
: You ain't gotta do nothing, Linda. Just put some chips in a bowl and run ice out to us when we look low. Frank
: Last time you got angry and ran Morris and them off and told them to stay away from here. Doyle
: That ain't none of your damn business, besides, that's the way friends do one another! Fuck it, I'm calling them up.
: I don't guess I give a shit. I ain't here that much so if you want a retard living out in the garage, I guess that's your business. But I do got some tools and a set of socket wreches out there I'd rather not have stolen. Frank
: He's real honest. He wouldn't steal nothing. Doyle
: Frankie, I wasn't talking to you, now was I? I was talking to your Mama. It's her decision, not yours. If I let it go on it's because she said so, not you!
: Listen, everyone, I've had a few glasses of wine and that tends to make me emotional. It came over me in a rush. I just want you to know that I care about each and every person at this table. Linda
: Thank you, Vaughan. We care about you too, don't we? Melinda
: Yes. Karl
: Yes, Sir.
: You ever have any brothers or sisters growing up? Karl Childers
: I had one there for a little while. But, uh, it didn't get old enough for me to play with it. Frank
: Why not? It die? Karl Childers
: Yes, Sir. Frank
: Why? Karl Childers
: It got born too early. My mother and father made it come out too early some how or other. Frank
: So it died when it came out? Karl Childers
: My daddy came out to the shed and got me. He said, "Here, take this and throw it away", and he handed me a towel with something or another in it. Well I started for that barrel and I opened up the towel 'cause there was a noise. Something a-moving around in there. The towel was all bloody-like all around it there. It was a lil' ol' baby not no bigger than a squirrel. Frank
: A girl or a boy? Karl Childers
: It was a little ol' boy. Frank
: You threw it in the trash barrel? Karl Childers
: Well that didn't seem right to me, so I went in the shed and got me a shoe box and emptied out all the washers and nuts and screws and whatnot that were in it and I takened the little fellar and put him inside the box and buried him right there in a corner of the yard. That seemed more proper to me, I reckon. Frank
: Was it still alive when you buried it? Karl Childers
: I heared it a-cryin' through that box. Frank
: That don't seem right. Seems like you would have kept him and taken care of him if he was your brother. Karl Childers
: I wasn't but 6 or 8. I don't reckon I knew what to do. I didn't know how to care for no baby. My mother and father didn't want him and they learned me to do what they told me. These days I reckon it's better to give him back to the Good Lord anyhow.
: [about potted meat
] They aren't moving too well, but I'll tell you what, I'll give a couple cans free to the right kid. Frank
: I don't like potted meat. Daddy used to say they was made out of lips, peckers and intestines. Linda
: Frank, don't talk that way.
: Who's that strange looking man? He follow you in here?
: Hey Karl, what are you carryin' around them books for? Karl
: I ain't got no place to set 'em down.