Ellen Foster Page #3

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after work.

And I also find the best values.

That's real clever.

How you doing

for food?

Okay.

You eating regular?

Sure.

What are you eating?

Frozen stuff

from the store

in tin things.

TV dinners?!

I guess.

How are you fixed

for money?

Uncle Rudolph's

still bringing it.

He is?

Not as much as before, though.

Why is he giving us

the money anyway?

It's not Rudolph

giving you the money.

I thought

you knew that.

How am I supposed to know?

Nobody tells me anything.

Who is?

Your grandma.

She's the one

that's been giving us

all the money?

For your mother.

Mama's dead.

Well, I guess

she just...

doesn't have it

in her heart

to starve a child,

despite her feelings.

Don't tell her

I told you that.

It's supposed

to be a secret.

Well, how could

I tell her?

She hasn't hardly said

two words in a row

to me in my whole life.

Well, she never been

too good about children

even her own.

Except for your mother,

Charlotte.

She was her favorite.

The sun never set

on Charlotte.

Which one

of these hats

do you think looks

better on her?

This one or...

or this one?

We got to do something.

Like what?

I don't know. Something.

She can't be on

her own over there

with that drunk,

eating TV dinners.

It's Charlotte's fault

for marrying him

in the first place.

That's water and

bridges, Nadine.

We're talking about now.

Well, there's nothing

we can do about it.

Why not?

He's her father.

He needs a stepstool

to look a worm

in the eye.

He's still her father.

She should be

with real family.

Why don't you take her?

Me?

Might do you good

to have a kid around.

Why would you say that

knowing how I feel

about children?

If I wanted a kid,

I would have gotten married.

Besides, if I took her

I'd have to deal

with Mama all the time.

The less I do

with Mama, the better.

Why can't you take her?

No. Dora hates her.

My nerves couldn't stand it.

Also, she makes me nervous.

I guess I know

what you mean.

She can be weird

sometimes.

She reminds me

of Charlotte sometimes

when Charlotte was her age.

You were always

jealous of Charlotte.

Oh, look who's talking.

Let's not get into it.

Water and bridges.

Big smile now.

Good!

Do you believe

in Santa Claus?

Sure I do. You?

Uh-uh. I'm glad I don't.

Like my daddy says

"Wish in one hand

and spit in the other.

See which one

gets filled up first. "

I won't be going

spitting in my hand.

That's disgusting.

My mama said she believed

in Santa Claus

lots longer than I did.

I think she wanted me

to believe in him longer.

But that was

in the old days

when she was little.

Things change.

I think you're

missing something

not believing

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