Cross Creek Page #2

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no more than that.

Man:
Hello? Hello?

Hello!

Hello?

I'm Marsh Turner called.

This is my daughter Ellie.

Mornin'.

You can do better than that, young'un.

Pleased to meet you, ma'am.

I'm Marjorie Rawlings.

Yes, ma'am.

We're just wonderin' whether you had...

had a comfortable night.

Yes, I did. Thank you.

No troubles?

No. None at all.

Sometimes, city folks

think they hear things

at night.

Bears or gators.

I slept very well, thank you.

Looks washed out.

Sure could use some paint.

That's exactly what I intend to do.

You gonna fix it yourself?

Yes.

Well, that roof leaks real bad, now.

Well...

I'll just have to fix that, too.

[Duck quacks]

That's a real enterprising woman.

You get to patching that roof,

and you fall off and break

a leg or something,

you give us a holler.

We'll come fetch you.

That's what neighbors are for.

Good day to you, ma'am.

Some sage and lily root

will ease up on that rash.

Hey...

Didn't mean to scare you.

There's a Cottonmouth.

Deadly.

[Reading aloud, indistinctly]

Where I be puttin' my things?

In the room back of the kitchen.

Nobody been caring

for things around here.

Geechee...

We'll set that right.

I'm not sure that

this is gonna work out.

You see, I'm a writer.

And my privacy is essential to me.

Nobody be botherin' you,

don't you worry.

I'm working, and it's difficult

to concentrate when

there are people around.

You just write, I'll clean up the house.

Yes, well...

We'll try that.

Listen.

I don't care if the roof falls in.

I don't want to be disturbed

unless it's a life or death emergency.

- Is that clear?

- Yes'm.

Miss Rawlings,

you be wantin' beaten

biscuits with your lunch,

or spoon bread?

Beaten.

[Water pump squeaking]

Oh, my.

Good morning.

Mornin'.

He's beautiful, Ellie.

My Pa says to put this on your rash

3 times a day.

Oh, thank you.

My Ma says we're gonna have

a pound party next Saturday.

She'd be most proud if you'd come.

I'd be delighted to.

What is a pound party?

Everybody brings a pound of something.

Sugar or butter or cake.

Cake would be fine.

Do you know how to bake a cake?

I certainly do.

What's his name?

Oh, I call him Flag.

On account of his tail.

Kinda looks like a flag.

Well, that's a good name for him.

My Pa don't believe in keeping pets.

But Flag's special.

He's real smart and knows his name.

He likes you.

Why does your father

not believe in keeping pets?

Milk's sometimes scarce.

But I don't need milk now.

So Flag gets my share.

Do you go to school?

My Ma taught us how to read,

and I'm a pretty fair shot.

It must get lonely out here.

Used to be.

But not since Flag.

I'll come show you the way Saturday.

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