The Preacher's Wife Page #2

- I'm lookin' at you!

All right. Well, Mama,

you can look at me from behind.

Girl, don't be talkin' to me about

your behind. I gave you that behind!

I don't even know

why I bother wearing this.

It's not doing anyone any good.

And neither am I.

[Boys Chattering Outside]

Lord...

I know You're especially busy

this time of year, but...

I'm just a little tired.

If You get a moment,

I sure could use some help.

- [Jeremiah] Mine's bigger!

- [Hakim] Mine's bigger!

- Mine's much bigger!

- Mine's bigger!

Why did you throw snow at me?

It's all down my neck! [Coughing]

[Dog Barking]

Wow.

- Huh?

- Where'd you come from?

You okay?

No.

You okay?

No. Aaaaaaah!

Hide, run, Hakim, run!

- Wait a... Wait a minute!

- Quick, hurry!

- Here. Hide here.

- I'm here! I'm here!

I'm here!

Thank You, Dear God.

Thank You.

I'm here!

[Laughing]

- What's he doing?

- Huh?

[Laughing Continues]

I'm here!

[Laughing, Whooping]

I'm here!

Ma, it's a snowman.

A real one!

[Young Woman]Joe Hamilton's tearin'

down everything. Why's he doin' it?

Yeah, man, where're we

supposed to chill at now?

They're tryin' to see us

get locked up or shot or something.

Listen to me, listen. It just means

you've got to work that much harder...

try that much harder

to stay out of trouble.

- I'm gonna do my thing.

- Peace, man.

- I'm sorry.

- Where are we supposed to go now?

- I don't know, man.

- You did your best, pastor.

Yeah, you tried.

- Thank you, son.

- Bye.

- Y'all take care of yourselves.

- What do you want to do?

- I don't know.

- Well, it's too cold to stay out.

Tough break, huh?

Kinda seems like

they're all tough these days.

You Henry Biggs?

- Yes, I'm the pastor over at St. Matt's.

- Bingo!

Every Friday, 8:
00.

- My name's Dudley.

- Nice to meet you, Dudley.

- Pleasure.

- You a reporter?

- No. No, no.

- Social worker?

- No, I'm here in answer to your request.

- My request?

For help?

Is this some kind of joke?

Uh, no, no.

He doesn't make jokes.

He?

Capital "H", capital "E".

I want you to know that

together the three of us...

can help get you through

this little crisis you're having.

- Look, I don't know who you are.

- Dudley, I'm Dudley.

- Or who put you up to this.

- He did.

But I'm afraid you picked

the wrong day for me to be a good sport.

- Now, will you excuse me?

- Sure.

- Thank you.

- Wow.

I'm sorry.

I'll, uh...

try another approach.

- Ho, ho, ho.

- Thank you, sister. Merry Christmas.

I've been waitin' a long time for this.

- Yeah?

- Yes, sir.

Mmm.

Oh, yeah.

Hey, don't that cheese

burn the roof of your mouth?

Hmm?

[Puffs]

Um...

[Gulps]

[Puffing]

Uh, you...

you know Reverend Biggs?

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