Secondhand Lions Page #2

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Pearl's daughter... that loose widow

woman always running around.

- It figures she'd muscle in.

- Is Mae here?

How long

are you here for?

Well, we'll just see

about that.

We know

what you're up to.

Don't think you're gonna

get away with it.

Come on, boys.

Come on.

His momma's gonna be back

before long.

Oh, that woman? Huh!

From what I hear, she may never

come back. What then?

Then you'd be stuck

with him.

I'm telling you, take him

to the orphanage right this minute.

Whether we take him

to the orphanage

or tie him up and throw him

in the lake,

it's our business,

not yours.

Here he is now, spying!

Ow! Ow, ow!

See what I'm saying?

Did you see what he just did?

Mmm-hmm.

Fort Worth College

of Court Reporting.

I need to find my mom.

She's a student there.

I'm sorry, we're closed.

It's an emergency.

Please?

Her name's Mae...

Mae Coleman.

Um...

No, I'm sorry, there's no

Mae Coleman registered here.

Oh! Try Mae Carter.

No, I'm sorry.

Mabel Cartwright?

Mabe Calloway?

Donna Tompko?

Young man, are you

in some sort of trouble?

She's gotta be there!

She just started.

Listen, our classes

started back in January.

No one could have possibly

just started.

Hello? Hello?

Hello?

Hub, I don't know why

you have to drive. It's my car.

Stop whining.

If we find the kid, he's gonna

get a piece of my mind.

There he is.

Lawyer...

stay in the car!

Hub, come on!

- No, no. You, not me, no.

- Hub!

Get out of the car.

Planning

your next move?

Where you figure

on going?

Here.

Area code 406...

Montana.

How come you're not heading

to Fort Worth where your momma is?

She's not there.

She lied...

again.

Listen, kid,

we know you got your heart set on

going to Montana,

but it's late.

Hub, help me out here.

Why? It sounds like

his mind's made up.

Good luck

in Montana, kid.

We've got better maps than that one

at the house, right, Hub?

Yeah, a man needs a good map,

that's for sure.

Sure.

I've been

to the orphan home before.

I don't want to go back.

Damn it, kid,

it ain't our fault you got

a lousy damn mother.

Guess I should get going.

Which way is north?

I'll say one thing

for this kid...

he sure pisses off

the relatives.

Listen, kid,

do us a favor.

If you come back

to the house

and stay awhile,

why, our relatives

are gonna hate it.

I'll bet they hate it

so much,

they go away and leave us all

the hell alone.

- It's crazy enough it might work.

- Sure.

Come on, kid,

help us out here.

I guess I could

come back...

for a while,

seeing it's

so important.

So kid,

how's that root beer?

Uncle Hub,

Uncle Garth,

this has been

such...

a wonderful weekend.

I hate

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