A Love Song for Bobby Long Page #2

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I just never got his message.

That girl looks so much like Lorraine.

I remember the first time

you took me to see her sing.

It was my first time in New Orleans.

I was so taken.

You were kind of sheltered.

Choked by that silver spoon.

I thought she was so beautiful.

She was.

What else can I get you boys?

Did anyone ever tell you that you smell

like a Parisian woman in springtime?

Every day, at least once. Y'all gonna eat?

The lawyer could get to her at any time.

So what?

The will says we can stay for a year.

Should I just come back?

Do you know how lethal the smell

of a Parisian woman in springtime is?

Not nearly as lethal as

a Louisiana woman who don't give a sh*t.

- Eggs and bacon, ma'am. Both of us.

- Cheese on our grits, darling. Please.

You are f***ing shameless.

Why didn't you use the bed, sweetheart?

- Oh, God.

- I could have come in and cuddled with you.

That would have been fine with me.

- We could have spooned together.

- Save it.

Why'd you give her this?

This is stories of misfits...

invisible people. It's beautiful.

Have you ever read it?

Have you ever read any book?

Lorraine didn't know she was a poet.

I really do enjoy...

fostering inspiration.

Lawson's a writer. A fine one, too.

Really?

He's writing a book about me.

That's fascinating.

"Chapter 1:

I got up, I got drunk, I passed out.

- "Chapter 2:
I got up, I got drunk..."

- Lovely and witty.

You're an embarrassment of riches,

little girl.

Which room is mine?

I'll need a place to stay,

and y'all said I had a right.

Just figured I'd stay here

until you get fed up and leave.

We are never leaving. Never!

- And don't even get it in your mind.

- She should have Lorraine's room.

- I'll stay out here. I'll bunk with you.

- Okay, fine.

Are you f***ing crazy?

Better than her poking around

and finding out the truth.

She won't last.

You're gonna make sure of that.

Besides, you're always complaining

how your bed is so cold.

You're too skinny for me.

- So, y'all are really into books?

- They're mostly Bobby's.

- That's the plumage of an English professor.

- Him?

- A professor?

- Yeah, he was a good one.

And you, you're really a writer?

Bobby likes to think I am.

These boxes are all Lorraine's, so...

So what?

- I knew your mother pretty well.

- How well?

She was hard to understand,

but she kept the door to her heart open.

The way I heard it,

it was more of a revolving door, wasn't it?

Purslane Hominy Will.

How come you know my name?

I know a lot about you.

Your mama and I were close

since we were young.

I helped name you.

Your mama thought you were golden...

so we named you

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