That Evening Sun Page #2

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I'm good and ready.

You tell

Lonzo the same.

Oh!

You ain't gonna

shoot me, are you?

Wha...?

I wasn't planning to,

but you go sneaking up

on me like that,

I can't be responsible

for what transpires.

Mama sent this.

She said she bet

you was hungry,

and hot as it was,

you needed something

cold to drink.

Well, what did

Lonzo say about this?

He didn't.

He left to go

play poker at

Mr. Goodwin's house.

Here, let

me help you.

No, I can...

I can... uh,

I can do it.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Tell your mama

I'm much obliged.

Is this

your stuff?

I've been wondering

who all this sh*t

belonged to.

This ain't sh*t, kid.

A child your age

ought not to use

that kind of language.

Lord, you cheer

a person up.

Are you always in

this good a mood?

Just when I get routed

away from the trough.

It's just a word.

I'm sure

you've said it

a time or two.

I'm 80 years old.

I can say whatever

I care to.

What are you doing

in here, anyway?

Making myself

some quarters.

You're moving in here?

Daddy won't like that.

I don't rightly care

what your daddy likes.

I'm sure

he'll give you

a lift to town,

if that's

what you need.

Ha! Folks in hell

will be eating

Eskimo pies

before Alonzo Choat

hauls me anywhere.

Well, if you're

gonna stay here,

you ought to get up

some nicer curtains, then.

Maybe even some flowers

to help get the

smell out.

Yeah. Maybe I'll

even get me a dog,

liven up

the place a bit.

Oh, Daddy won't

allow no dogs.

He can't stand

to hear 'em bark.

You say he can't?

I had the

cutest little pup

when I was a girl.

His name

was Nipper.

Daddy hated him

'cause he was so loud.

Plus he

sh*t everywhere.

Sorry.

Pamelal

Mama and I

got church.

Well, it's nice

to talk to you,

Mr. Meecham.

Just put that dish

out on the porch

in the morning,

all right?

All right.

If I ain't badly mistaken,

it's mine anyway.

What do

you want, Choat?

You're too late

for chatter.

Hell do you think

you're doing?

I think I'm

sleeping in the damn

sharecroppers cabin,

and I ain't

proud of it.

I tried to be polite,

make this easy, but...

you ain't

gonna have

that, are you?

This is my place,

and will be my place

till they lay me

in the goddamn ground!

Now, go on!

Let me rest.

Being old and crazy gets

you a little extra rope.

Best not hang

yourself with it.

Old people, man,

don't know when the

f***ing clock's

run out!

Son of a b*tch.

She's long, she's tall

She's six feet

From the ground

She's long, she's tall

Six feet off the ground

She's telling me

She's ain't

No hand-me-down

She got eyes

Like diamonds

But these shine

Just the same

She got eyes

Like diamonds

But these shine

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