Mr. Church Page #2

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It might be nice having a man

around to help your mama out.

We've always done fine.

We don't need a man, and we

sure as hell don't need a cook.

My sister says

every woman needs a man.

Sometimes more than one.

Where'd you get all that?

Stole it

from my sister's dresser.

Stealing's the one thing

us Samuels are good at.

Yeah?

Excuse me, ma'am.

I'm about to head out

to the market.

Okay. Um...

We shop at Gordon's.

Is that all right?

Oh, yeah, that's fine.

Yeah, yeah.

You know, Mr. Church,

if we're going to do this,

let me at least give you

some money.

I've only got $12, but...

Oh, ma'am,

don't worry about that.

Mr.Cannon opened up an

account for me to draw off

for marketing and such.

"And such?"

Well, your medical bills

and rent and medicine.

That's all taken care of,

courtesy of Mr. Cannon

for the next six months.

And what, in his estimation,

did six months of life come to?

Beg your pardon, ma'am?

Never mind.

You know what?

At least take

some coupons, you know?

I'm not completely helpless.

It couldn't hurt.

Yeah, it couldn't hurt at all.

All right. Okay.

Oh, Mr. Church, um...

Charlie doesn't know

that I'm sick,

and I'd like to keep it

that way.

Oh. As you wish, ma'am.

I'll be back shortly, all right?

All right, $43.32, sir.

Hey, wait a minute, you know,

I forgot all about these.

Great. Let's see.

$37.83, sir.

So I saved about $6 there?

Yes, sir.

That's not bad.

No, sir.

Hey, Charlie.

Hi, Larson.

Eddie Larson.

Forced to ride public transportation

for the rest of his life.

Just one week after getting

his driver's license,

he go! drunk and crashed

his Chevy Camaro

into the living room

of Mr. and Mrs. Howard,

killing their 4-year-old son.

Spent three years

in juvenile penitentiary,

and no doubt the rest of his life

in the worst hell of all,

the one between the eyes.

How's... how's school,

Charlie?

We have a cook.

What, at the school?

At my house.

Oh, yeah.

That's far out.

Mama's going to tell him

to leave.

Why?

Who wouldn't want a cook?

Hi, Mama.

So, how was work today?

Good.

I saw Miss Carol's baby.

Hey, gorgeous.

Can't you see I'm with my child?

I saw Miss Carol's baby,

and I finally got him

to latch on for feeding.

You know, holding those babies,

it always makes me think

of the first time I held you.

Even if I was an accident.

Why on Earth would you say that?

Your daddy was the accident.

You, you're my miracle.

How much do I love you?

So much.

Mm-hmm.

So much.

So, how did the cook

take the news he was fired?

Oh, ma'am, I hope

you don't mind.

I bring books with me

every place I go,

and I noticed that your shelf

was kind of empty.

He's still here, Mama.

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