Becky:
Did you really kill your mama?
Henry:
I guess I did.
Becky:
How'd it happen?
Henry:
I stabbed her.
Becky:
Otis said you hit her with a baseball bat.
Henry:
Otis said that?
Becky:
Yeah.
Henry:
Well, he's mistaken.
Becky:
Well don't tell him I told you. He made me promise.
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Becky:
She must have treated you real bad.
Henry:
She was a whore. My mama was a whore. But I don't fault her for that. It ain't what she done, but how she done it. Long as I can remember, she'd bring men up to the house. My daddy was there too, but it didn't matter none to her. She'd make me watch.
Becky:
That's creepy.
Henry:
She'd beat me too. A lot. She'd beat me when I wouldn't watch it. And sometimes she'd beat me, and make me wear a dress, and watch her doin' it. Then they'd laugh at me.
Becky:
She made you wear a dress?
Henry:
You think I'm lyin?
Becky:
I feel like I know you, like I've known you for a long time. I feel like I've known you forever and ever.
Henry:
Yeah. I killed my mama. One night. It was my 14th birthday. She was drunk, and we had an argument. She hit me with a whiskey bottle. I shot her. I shot her dead.
Becky:
I thought you said you stabbed her.
Henry:
Oh yeah, that's right, I stabbed her.
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