White Oleander

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.

All he really wants to do

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, bitch!

You bloody bitch!

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?

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