Imitation of Life Page #2

to see her at all anymore.

Yes'm.

Your supper's ready,

Miss Bea.

[Groans]

Oh, my feet hurt.

Come and sit down

and let me rub your feet.

Come on.

All right.

Oh.

[Sighs]

That rests me

all over.

It don't seem right for you

to be carrying around them

heavy cans of syrup, peddlin'.

I've gotta make a living.

With your pretty face

and them pretty foots.

You oughta have a man

takin' care of you, honey.

Oh, Delilah.

Yes'm.

I had a man once,

but he up and died on me.

Is that gentleman

in the picture

your late husband, ma'am?

Mm-hmm, that was he.

Was you very much in love

with your late husband,

might I inquire?

Well, I married him.

Hmph. But did you love him?

That's what I asked, honey.

Oh, Delilah,

I think I was too young

to know very much about love.

Mother was dead.

He was my father's choice.

Father wanted somebody

to take care of me,

so I married him.

Mmm, that's a pity.

It's too bad

when you get started off

on the wrong foot first.

Oh, but you'll

get over it.

Youse got a big surprise

comin' to you, Miss Bea.

You need some lovin',

honey child.

[Chuckles]

What I need

is a little supper.

Yes'm.

I got some nice food

ready for you tonight.

That's fine.

Thank you.

I've gotJessie.

That's enough.

Delilah, honestly now,

doesn't she look

like an angel?

Why she am an angel,

Miss Bea.

## [Humming]

[Jessie]

Can we have

some pancakes too?

Please, Mammy.

They look awful tasty.

Go on out of here.

You two have had

your breakfast.

Go play, and take

that fleabag with you.

Okay, Aunt Delilah.

You'll be the death of me

with these pancakes.

I'm glad you finds 'em

to your taste, ma'am.

I've never tasted anything

so good in my life.

How do you make them?

It's a secret.

Them pancakes

is my grannie's secret.

She passed it down to my mammy,

and my mammy told me.

But I ain't tellin' nobody.

No, sir.

I don't blame you.

I wouldn't either.

Down South, my mammy

was famous for her pancakes.

White folks come

from miles around

just to taste 'em. Yes'm.

It's a secret, and

it's gonna die with Delilah.

All you do

is just take a little...

[Whispering]

That's all?

That's all.

There's your secret.

Course you've got

to be light with the flap.

Mmm, look at the time.

You've made me late

with your pancakes.

Good-bye.

Good-bye, honey.

And good luck for the day.

Thank you, Delilah.

Miss Bea?

Wait a minute.

What is it?

What's the matter?

I want you to take

this rabbit's foot and

put it in your money purse.

Now, Delilah!

Yes'm, you must take it.

Are you the owner?

Yes'm.

I'm Mrs. Pullman.

Mrs. B. Pullman.

You know.

Sorry,

but I don't.

My husband was B. Pullman,

the man who was killed

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