Honeydripper Page #4

You live here too?

You got my sympathies.

Hot damn!

What's the matter? I got a shock.

I thought you used to work

for the power company.

I drove the supply truck.

Guitar Sam ain't gonna be playing

by no candlelight.

I smell bacon.

You must have burned your porky ass

with that electricity!

Breakfast's ready!

Where your mama? She already

over to the mayor's.

She told me to make sure you eat

something before you start running 'round.

That is a sweet woman you got.

You got one waiting for you

if you want her. Who, Nadine?

She come in here every night

making them cow eyes at you.

She seem like a kind

who could smother a man.

She makes all her own clothes.

Darlin', that's not

the kind of thing

a man cares about from a woman.

MUSIC BLARES:

Hey, I fixed it! You ain't done

no such thing.

It just decided to come back on.

Decided? Yeah.

Just like it decided

to switch off last night.

You ain't even in the conversation!

This Nadine makes some good money,

too, sewing for people.

That woman scares me.

Last ol' boy to give her a tumble,

Napier Carpenter,

she cooked for him.

Fixed him up all kinds

of nice, new clothes...

I don't see no problem with that!

Come four, five months,

a man starts to...

Sorry, China Doll,

but this is just the way it is.

A man gots needs.

Looks like Nadine could

take care of those, too.

You eat chicken every morning,

noon and night for five months,

you get a taste

for a different kind of meat.

Maybe I shouldn't be talking

about this in front of China Doll.

You ain't gonna say something

I haven't heard worse.

Well, Napier goes out and has him

a pork chop or two, let's say.

Comes back one night

from Toussaint's place,

feeling no pain and smelling...

...Like pork chops,

the way a man will.

He falls out on Nadine's couch

and commenced to snore.

Wake up next morning, find she had taken

all his clothes off without him knowing.

The man was dog drunk!

Miss Nadine come back

with a skillet in her hand,

hot grits bubbling in it.

Says, "Baby, I got your breakfast".

"Oh, not this morning, Nadine",

he says, sitting up.

"Don't think I could eat a thing."

"Well then", she says, "we can't

let this go to waste, can we?"

and she dumped

that whole hot bubbling mess

right in that man's lap.

Ouch!

Then she got busy

with that hot iron on his head.

If screams didn't bring

the neighbours in,

she'd have killed that man.

You've got to admit it though,

the woman is an artist when

it comes to that Singer machine.

Excuse me.

Which one of you is Mr Pine Top?

We ain't hiring.

I can play anything.

I already got me a professional.

Guitar Sam really comin'

all the way down here?

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