A Christmas Wish Page #3

How is it ?

I have no idea.

Can I get a fork ?

Oh, yeah.

Fork ?

( woman )

Mrs. Evans ?

Carol Ann Bullington from

over at the motel.

Owen's wife.

Yeah, what can

I do for you ?

There's been

a little problem,

kind of an accident

in your room.

Are the kids okay ?

Kids are fine.

Best you come see

for yourself.

Um, Lola, I gotta go,

something's come up.

Who's gonna pay

for this ?

What is it ?

What happened ?

What happened ?

I'll tell you

what happened.

The toilet overflowed

and you ruined my carpet.

Oh.

It's worth probably...

No, it ain't.

You told me you was gonna

rip it out next week.

Not now, Carol Ann.

Are you trying to take

advantage of this nice lady ?

Ain't happening, Owen.

That boy...

is not old enough to

take care of 'em.

Now you find

someone who can,

or I will throw out

the lot of you !

The only thing you're gonna

throw out is your belly.

It's like being married to

a cement mixer.

Good night, Owen.

Good night, Carol Ann.

His bark is worse

than his bite.

Where am I gonna

find a sitter

that will work

late and for cheap ?

I got a stepdaughter,

Jeanie.

She's about 16.

I'll-- I'll see

if she can do it.

Really ?

Don't worry.

It'll be all right.

Good night, honey.

Thank you.

Sleep tight.

How-- how does

a three-year-old

get all that in there ?

She's stronger

than she looks.

Didn't you put her

to sleep ?

Yeah, she just

didn't... stay there.

In my office now.

You, out.

Miles...

she was your

responsibility.

She's l-l-like

a ninja baby.

She was asleep when I--

Fell asleep ?

Yeah.

Look, I know

you were tired,

but babies, they get up in

the middle of the night

and it's my fault

for not having a crib,

but...

you really need to be

more cautious

with your little sister.

She's not my sister !

Half-sister, then.

If we would have

stayed home

and wa-wa-wa--

and waited for Dad,

this would not have

happened !

No, if we had stayed home,

we would still be waiting.

He's not coming back, Miles--

I'm sorry-- ever.

I hate this !

I hate you

for doing this !

( Mel coughing )

You were listening ?

Hearing.

There's a difference.

( Miles )

None of your business.

You aren't even my sisters !

Fine.

Be that way.

( owl hooting )

It'll be okay, Mama.

Oh.

You should be in bed,

sweetie.

God won't forget us at

Christmas.

No, no.

Not you.

But I think he wrote me off

a long time ago.

No, he doesn't

work like that.

God kinda makes you

worry a while,

until you get some faith,

and then later,

you believe in Him.

See ?

Only you gotta

pray, though.

Oh.

I don't think I'm very good

at that, either.

That's the easy part.

You don't have to be,

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