White Oleander Page #2
Let's go back in here.
Ray's home late tonight. It's poker night.
Don't talk to him about Jesus.
He acts like he's the repo man or
something, not a carpenter like him.
You must be the new addition.
I'm Ray.
Or Uncle Ray, but that's Starr's idea.
Not mine.
I'm Astrid.
It's nice to meet you, Astrid.
You coming in?
Well, how come?
I'm thinking.
Oh, what about?
My mother.
Starr was telling me about her. She's
doing time for killing her boyfriend, right?
Yeah, well, those things happen.
You come in when you're ready, okay?
That slut said I was grounded, like
she's the mother in The Brady Bunch.
Listen to that.
Saved by Jesus.
She's such a hypocrite.
They shouldn't be doing it.
They're not even married.
Reverend Daniels always blah-blahing
about Jesus.
is look at her ass.
Don't forget to leave the window open.
Don't look at me like that.
You're no different than I am.
You just don't know it yet.
I'm gonna kill you, Ingrid!
I'm gonna strangle you, b*tch!
You bloody b*tch!
Sin is a virus.
That's what Reverend Thomas says.
It's infecting the whole country
like the clap.
We've got every excuse.
What's wrong if I shovel coke up my nose
or want to feel good? Who does it hurt?
Well, it hurts us.
And it hurts Jesus. Because it's wrong.
I don't know how you swallow that.
"He who believeth in me, though he was
dead, yet will he live." Don't forget it.
Here we are.
It's a miracle I'm not dead. They took
my kids away. I was an alcoholic...
...a cokehead. I was dancing topless.
- People are staring.
Oh, Astrid, look!
Look at that. That is gonna go
perfect with your new shoes.
I mean, I thought:
"Who cares if I hang my tits in a
stranger's face? It's nobody's business."
You know what?
This is gonna be good on you.
Astrid, those are ugly shoes.
Snakes don't bite above the ankle.
You're better off being bitten
by snakes than dressing for them.
We need to get her a bra. Carolee
had her first bra when she was 9.
You don't want them hanging
to your knees when you're 30. Try it on.
Carolee, will Ray love that?
Look at that. That is so nice!
Hurry, Astrid, it's here!
I told you you were gonna miss it.
Astrid. This one's for you.
Who's it from?
My mother.
I didn't think she knew where I was.
Dear Astrid, have you been getting
my letters?
It's been six months.
Why don't you write?
It's only a few minutes
before they turn out the lights.
I can hear the women screaming
in their cells.
We're both in prison, you and I, punished
for our strength and our independence.
Don't forget who you are.
The best part of me is well-hidden
and you have to do the same.
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