A Home of Our Own Page #3

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At first, I thought we

were out of gas again.

But there it was.

I'm not sure what it was,

but mama had that look in her eye.

Wherever we were going, we'd just arrived.

(soft piano music)

(kids clamoring)

(tapping)

(wood creaking)

(thud, fowl quacking)

- Mama, you scared me.

- [Murray] Hey, ma, come up there.

You could see everything.

- Hey, mama.

- Hey, mama.

(giggling)

(fowl quacking)

- [Murray] Mom, come up here.

- [Shayne] Lynn, no, no, no, no, wait.

- Lacey tribe.

Come on.

(scraping)

(knocking)

- Hello?

Hello?

- The berries are all done.

No more till next year.

All done.

All done.

- We don't want any berries.

- I want some berries.

- Do you know who owns

that piece of property

across the road from you,

the one with the tumble-down house on it?

- Well, I'm the owner.

- I wanna buy it.

My name's Frances Lacey.

That's my tribe.

I'd introduce you to them one at a time,

but life is short and time is precious.

- I don't know if it's for sale.

- I wanna buy it.

I want it so bad that I'm

in no position to negotiate.

You can take full advantage,

I mean, name your price.

- You're rich?

- Mister, I don't have a pot to piss in

nor a window to throw it out of.

(metal clanks)

- [Annie] We have to pee-pee.

- If that's the case,

how do you expect to pay for the land?

- Well, Mr. Moon, I've learned

that the greenback dollar

isn't the only way to get things

done in this great country.

Let's talk.

You live alone, Mr. Moon?

- Yes, if it's any of your business.

- Well, here's what we'll do.

We'll wash your dishes,

do your laundry.

Dishes daily, laundry once a week.

Clean your house once a week.

My oldest son will give you

eight hours of chores each week,

plus any other work you may need, on call,

at minimum wage plus 10%.

- You pay me interest?

- Mr. Moon, this is slave labor.

Take advantage of it.

- You know something?

I'm not so sure if I want

a smart lady like you

with a bunch of kids for my neighbor.

- Yeah, but...

Look at this place.

It takes a lot of work.

- How do I know you won't just

up and run off someday?

- Well, if I did that, then

you'd have all that free labor

plus your land back.

But I'm telling you some, Mr. Moon,

if you sell me that land,

I'm building me and my kids a

house we ain't ever leaving,

at least not while I'm still breathing.

- [Shayne] So mama talked

herself into three acres of land

with a half-finished shack on it,

and we kind of took over Mr. Moon's life.

Mama negotiated two days of free repairs

that ended up lasting two weeks.

He never knew what hit him.

We had a lot of work to do.

It was already getting cold and

we had to get a roof on and walls up,

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