Mr. Church Page #3

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Why is he still here? Charlie,

we'll discuss this later.

That's great.

Cookbooks, right?

Oh, no, no, ma'am.

Not cookbooks.

I never read books

about cooking.

These are mostly novels

and plays and, you know,

about people like Capote

and Shakespeare.

Wow. And Greeks and

Agatha Christie.

And here's one I think

the girl might like.

Autobiography of Shirley Temple.

Good Ship Lollipop.

I hate reading.

Charlie!

Oh, that is a shame,

because there's nothing like

a really good story.

Keep your stupid books.

Hey, that's enough.

No, that's okay, ma'am.

But, listen, if you do ever want

to read one of these books,

you're going to have

to check it out.

What, like a library?

Exactly like a library.

Made a card up for you

and everything.

And ma'am, you feel free. Whenever

you want, you can read these books.

And if you like,

I'll bring more.

A house could always

use books, right?

I'm sorry, Mr. Church.

She'll get used to it.

She's just a child.

She doesn't understand.

Oh, sure, ma'am.

Look, I'll have dinner ready

for you and the child

about 6:
00 tonight,

then after that

I'll take care of the dishes.

Then I'll take my leave

for the evening.

6:
00 it is.

Thank you, Mr. Church.

You're most welcome.

Dinnertime.

I'm not hungry.

Baby...

This is the way

it's going to be.

So, I suggest you find a way

to stop complaining

and start enjoying the food.

Mr. Church asked me

to give you this.

Complaining wasn't easy to stop.

Oh.

Enjoying the food was a breeze.

Wow.

Enjoy.

But I wasn't about to let

Mr. Church or Mama know it.

Charlie, come on, eat it.

As far as they were

concerned, every bite was torture for me.

Secretly, I couldn't wait to taste

what was coming next.

Ana' what came next was always

something magnificent.

It was like e party every night.

Every morning.

It was like a party

every afternoon.

I finally let Poppy

over to meet Mr. Church.

Once I did,

I couldn't get rid of her.

Mr. Church,

this is the best lemonade

I've ever tasted.

The secret to that,

my dear, is the licorice.

You and your secrets,

Mr. Church.

My sister loved

the banana bread you made.

Oh, thank you, Poppy-

"My sister loved the

banana bread you made."

She did.

And in the

morning, Mr. Church was in the kitchen

long before I was awake.

The smells of cooking

were like my alarm clock.

Mr. Church could make or bake

anything you wanted,

and even things

you didn't know you wanted

until after you tasted them.

I never once sew Mr. Church

use e measuring tool

or any fancy utensil.

Just his hands, fork, and knife.

Come on, baby.

We'll be late for the bus.

Oh, I've got a winner.

This is the toothpaste

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