Driving Miss Daisy Page #6

Nothing wrong.

Nothing the matter at all.

Now, you say...

I told you it's two rows over that way.

It says "Bauer" on the headstone.

What that look like?

What are you talking about?

I'm talking about I can't read, ma'am.

What?!

I can't read, Miss Daisy.

You look at the paper all the time.

Well, that's just it. I just be looking!

I try to dope out what's going on...

...from the pictures.

You know your letters?

Yes, ma'am. I know my ABC's.

I just can't read.

Stop saying that!

You're making me mad!

If you know letters, then you can read.

You just don't know you can read.

I taught some of the stupidest

children God ever put on this earth.

And they all could read enough

to find a name on a tombstone.

The name is "Bauer."

"Bauer!" What does that "buh"

letter sound like?

- B?

- Of course!

"Er." That is the last part. "Bauer!"

What letter sounds like "er"?

R!

- So the first letter is...

- B!

And the last letter?

R!

B-R. Brr.

It even sounds like Bauer, doesn't it?

It sure do, Miss Daisy! It sure do!

- That it?

- That's it.

- What about the middle?

- Not right now.

This will be enough for you to find it.

B at the beginning.

R at the end.

B... R.

That's it.

That's all right!

I sure do appreciate this!

Don't be ridiculous!

Let's get all this back in the car.

I'm burning up.

Of course I told you!

Of course I told you!

How can I be expected to buy it

if you don't write it down?!

I'm sorry, Miss Florine.

I need you.

I'll be right there.

Do you have any idea what it takes

to give a Christmas reception?

It takes an eye for detail.

I told you a million times,

Katie Bell, write it down!

More I cannot do!

We are out of coconut.

I'm sure we can manage.

- I told her.

- You didn't write it down!

I don't need to stand and

listen to excuses on Christmas.

You figure out how to serve ambrosia to

Don't worry, Katie Bell.

It's not quite the end of the world.

Everybody's giving the Georgia

Power Company a merry Christmas.

Bet Miss Florine beat them all,

especially with the new house.

Absurd!

If I had a nose like Florine, I wouldn't

say, "Merry Christmas" to anybody.

I enjoy Christmas at their house.

No wonder. You're the

only Christian in the place.

They got that new cook.

Florine never could keep help.

Of course, it's none of my affair.

Too much running around.

The Garden Club this...

...the Junior League that.

As if they'd give her the time of day.

She'd die before she'd fix a glass of

iced tea for the Temple Sisterhood.

I hope she doesn't take it into

her head to sing this year.

Lord have mercy!

Look what Miss Florine done.

If her grandfather, old man

Frietag, could see this.

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