Between Heaven and Hell Page #2

Guard. A Company. Old First.

No kiddin'? Then you must have

known Colonel Cozzens.

There was the finest man

I've ever known.

When he got killed,

I felt just about the same as if

somebody in my own family had died.

Did you know him, Sam?

I married his daughter.

I hate to kiss and tread water too.

Let's get out.

They ought to put up a statue

to the man who invented kissing.

- It was a woman.

- Oh, how do you know?

Kissing comes naturally to women.

Men have to be taught.

Like this.

Why is it every time we kiss it's

like the first time all over again?

Because I'm a witch

and I've woven a spell around you.

Don't break it.

- You know what I like about us?

- What?

We don't act like married

people at all.

Come to think of it, I'm not acting

like much of a businessman either.

- Here I am, wasting the whole morning.

- Oh?

No, really, honey, I should

go out and check on my sharecroppers.

I haven't seen them for

nearly three months.

You said next time you went

you'd take me with you.

Oh, honey, you'd just be bored.

The only thing that bores me

is not being with you.

All right, Jenny. It'll make the day

a lot nicer with you along.

That's my sugar.

The trouble is, Mr. Gifford, it's gonna

be the same as it was last year.

If Pap was still around we'd get

that cotton out as fast as other folks,

but one man workin' alone...

Mr. Gifford, it ain't easy.

Can't you get any help, Carr?

What about that fella up the road? Raker.

I reckon Rake's got his

own crop to get in.

A couple of his kids ought to be

old enough to work in your field.

- I think I'll run up there and talk to him.

- I don't wanna put Rake to no trouble.

It's not a question of puttin' people to

trouble, it's a question of pickin' cotton.

Ma! Pa! Mr. Gifford's here.

- Hi there.

- Howdy.

Why, Mr. Gifford, I was sayin' the other

day you ought to be visitin' pretty soon.

- Didn't I, Rake?

- That's what she was sayin', Mr. Gifford.

- This is Mrs. Gifford.

- How do you do.

Here, Annamay! Get outta there.

I was just talking to Carr. He's

havin' trouble getting his crop in.

I thought maybe your two oldest

boys could give him a hand.

Well, Mr. Gifford, I've been

keepin' 'em right busy.

But if Kenny needs help,

I could lend him young Tom here.

Matter of fact, you all better

go over there Sunday and work.

- Sunday, Mr. Gifford?

- That's right.

Sunday we was plannin' on visitin'

my wife's sister, Rose Ellen.

Yeah, Mr. Gifford. We was wantin'

to see Rose Ellen's new baby.

Raker, you can visit your relatives

anytime during the year,

but there's only so many days

to get the cotton in.

I want you all over there

to Carr's come Sunday, hear?

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