The Trip to Bountiful Page #2

or anyone else! You hear that?

Mama, will you give this recipe

to Jessie Mae?

All right, son.

Mama, will you please tell

Jessie Mae that you're sorry?

- Ludie.

- Please, Mama.

: : : late-night sound, and we'll be right

here with you till dawn:

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Is brought to you by the

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All right.

Grand Prize is the reason why:

What do you want, Ludie?

Mama has something to say to you.

- What is it?

- Jessie Mae, I am sorry...

for throwing the recipe on the floor.

I accept your apology.

Jessie Mae, I know it's hard and all,

but for your own sake...

I sometimes think if you could

ignore certain things...

Ignore?

Why, how can you ignore something...

when it is done right under your very nose?

- Jessie Mae, nobody...

- I know her, Ludie.

She does things just to aggravate me.

Now, you take her hymn singing.

She never starts until I come into a room.

And her pouting?

Why, sometimes she goes...

a whole day just sitting there,

staring out the window.

How would you like to spend

24 hours a day...

shut up with a woman

who either sang hymns...

or looked out the window and pouted?

I'm not saying it's easy, I'm only...

It just keeps me so nervous,

never knowing when I leave...

whether she's gonna run off

to that old town or not.

She's not gonna run off.

She promised us she wouldn't.

Sometimes I think she hides that check...

and I tell you right now,

if it is not here tomorrow...

I am gonna search this house

from top to bottom.

Rosella asked me

if I realized it would be 15 years...

this August since we were married.

Right.

I never will forget the night I came home

and told Rosella you had proposed.

I thought you were

the handsomest man alive.

And I thought you were the prettiest girl.

Did you, Ludie?

Jessie Mae, I've got to start making

some more money.

I'm thinking about asking for a raise.

I'm entitled to it.

I've been there six months

and not been late or sick once.

I'm walking into Mr. Douglas' office

the first thing...

and saying, "I have got to have a raise

starting as of right now.

"We can't live on what you pay us."

Well! I would.

I don't understand it, Jessie Mae.

I try not to be bitter and I try not to...

I don't know.

All I know is a man works for a company

for eight years.

He saves a little money.

He gets sick...

and he has to spend two years in bed

watching his savings all go.

And then start all over with a new company.

The doctor says not to worry about it.

He says you have

to take things like they come.

And that's what I do. Every day.

- What's this book?

- It's mine.

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