The Grace Card Page #2

I think it's just a case of senioritis.

He and his father,

they seem to fight a lot.

What about?

We lost a child.

There was an accident

when Blake was just a baby.

And Mac, my husband,

he's...

angry.

How long ago

was this, Sara?

Seventeen years.

How is Mac to you?

Things definitely changed

after we lost Tyler.

I fell at work.

I've been on disability.

We're not doing well financially.

So we probably

can't even afford this.

We'll talk about that later, okay?

I came here to talk about Blake.

But I think I need to talk

about a lot more than that.

- Do you always sing at work?

- When I'm in a good mood, I do.

It's a little annoying.

Can we 86 it, please,

and the Sunday school lesson?

You're not crazy about

this arrangement, are you?

You know, I'm really not.

I'm gonna be honest

with you, man.

I'm not crazy about

this arrangement either.

But for the moment,

we now are stuck with each other.

I'll respect your wishes.

But we do have a job to do.

So whether we like it or not,

we're partners.

Whatever you say, sarge.

Oh.

I believe I get it now.

Maybe you do,

maybe you don't.

Is it just the sergeant thing?

Or is there a little black

in there too?

You know,

I think the less you and I talk,

the better we get along.

- Stop chasing me.

- No, Winky's mine.

- No, he's not.

- Will you hold it down?

Daddy's still studying.

- Give him back.

- Ha! You don't get Winky.

Give me Winky.

- Hey, hey, hey.

- No.

- Daddy, Winky's mine.

- No, she's mine.

Wait a minute.

Who bought Winky?

- Mommy.

- Mommy.

Right.

With her money.

So technically, Winky doesn't

belong to either one of you.

Winky belongs to Mommy.

Mommy, you got anything

you wanna say about Winky?

Oh, I like Winky,

and she'll go great in my room.

Mom.

And if this fight doesn't end right now,

that's exactly where she's gonna live.

Are you with me?

Now go wash up for dinner.

Sergeant Daddy is starving.

I think you need to be the sergeant,

not me.

What makes you think

I'm not?

Are you done yet?

I'd like my husband back,

if you don't mind.

- Yeah. Let's eat.

- Okay.

And Uncle Joseph

and Grandpa George

and for Winky too.

And, Jesus,

thank you for Mama's lasagna.

You know I don't like lasagna,

but Mama says children in Africa

would kill for her lasagna.

So, Lord,

maybe you can send some to them

so they don't have to kill anybody.

And, Lord, please make

Gracie's fanny hurt a lot

when I whip it

in about 10 seconds.

And the Wright family said?

Amen.

If you don't like lasagna,

you give yours to Daddy.

- Because I'm hun...

- Uh-uh. Freeze, officer.

Who wants Daddy

to live a long, healthy life?

Me too. Guess what

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