Waking Madison Page #2

I just... but it's okay if you...

if you need it.

I don't know how much I can give,

'cause your mother's insurance

got pulled again.

Who's there, Steven?

Tell me I'm not dreaming.

Hi, Mom.

My angel's come home!

Look at you!

Look how long your hair is!

Steven, why didn't you come

and tell me my little angel was here?

Well, I thought you were sleeping.

Sleep? Who has time for sleep?

Steven, did you get her some food?

Well, I... I didn't think

that she wanted any.

Yeah, no, I'm... I'm not hungry.

Oh, nonsense.

You sit right here,

and daddy will get you some food.

You are skinny as a scarecrow!

Daddy said you're doing

some telemarketing.

How is that going?

Uh, it's fine.

Oh, Maddie, please tell me

you're not still living

in that awful French Quarter.

I am still living

in that awful French Quarter.

Someone like you should not be

living in a place like that.

It's enough to tempt anyone.

- Is that meat?

- Uh-huh.

I don't feel like red meat.

My blood is thick today.

It needs poultry.

Want me to make you some chicken?

It's not very attractive

being so skinny, Maddie.

It makes your face sink in.

A woman should be soft and round,

the way God made her.

Mmm!

Mmm, mmm, mmm.

Mmm. Meat, yes.

Tell him everyone that you love.

Dear God, I love my mama,

my daddy, my uncle Pete.

Tell God you love His only son,

our Lord Jesus Christ.

Dear God, I love your only son,

Jesus Christ.

Our Lord Jesus Christ.

Our Lord Jesus Christ.

Tell Him to forgive you

for the sins you have committed.

What sins, Mama?

Tell Him your sins.

But I haven't sinned.

In the name of the Father,

the Son, and the Holy Ghost.

Watch over my daughter, and

cleanse her of her wrong doings.

Put your hand on the Bible

and swear your life over

to Jesus Christ.

- I don't want to.

- Do it.

I swear my life over

to Jesus Christ.

I would have put

fresh sheets on the bed

had I known you were coming.

It's okay. I'm not staying.

Why not?

Because I have my own place.

You're being tempted living

in that awful French Quarter.

Oh, God, Mother, don't start.

You want to spend your days

in eternal hell?

As long as you're not there.

Listen to the filth

coming out of your mouth.

What has happened to you?

I wonder.

You're a heathen! Look at you!

I can see it in your eyes.

He's robbed your soul!

Dolly, come to bed now.

I can see it in her eyes, Steven!

She's got him crawling all over her!

Listen to how she speaks to me!

It's all right.

You just go on to bed.

Go on to bed. It's all right.

It's all right.

She's sick, honey.

She doesn't mean it.

You're still making excuses for her?

I'm not making excuses.

You're defending her.

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