Love Comes Softly Page #5

You sure you don't want to go with us?

No.

She said she don't.

Doesn't.

Hope you can make something better

than burned pancakes.

Too bad I'll be gone,

'cause I can make some real good fried chicken.

I'm ready, Pa.

Mm-hmm.

We'll see ya soon.

Tsk, tsk.

How hard can it be?

[Sighs]

If a child can do this,

I can do this.

[Chickens Clucking]

Come here, chickie.

Come here.

[Grunts]

Come here!

Come here!

Dad blame it!

[Panting]

[Grunting]

[Chicken Clucking]

"Pull feathers out

with the grain."

You better be worth it.

Huh.

Looks like a coyote

got in there.

More like a wild woman

with an ax.

Good. You're back.

Supper's ready.

You made fried chicken.

Good, 'cause I was

getting awful sick of panc...

[Clears Throat]

Me too.

Sure won't want to

have to wash all that.

I left half my things

at home.

- It's kind of wasteful, don't you think?

- Wasteful?

To have so many.

You can only wear one dress at a time.

Surely you must have

some dresses of your own.

One for when the reverend

passes this way and holds a service...

but like I said,

you can only wear one dress...

At a time.

My mama made

beautiful quilts.

Hers would put this here

pattern to shame.

She made quilts for all the neighbors

when they had their babies.

I'm sure

they appreciated that.

Folks loved my mama,

especially my pa.

That's why his eyes ain't sparkly

like they used to be.

She certainly was beautiful.

She was the prettiest

thing you ever saw.

Eveybody said so.

You must miss her

vey much.

[Shivers]

[Gasps]

Oh, Lord.

[Gasps]

I'm sory.

[Screams]

- [Gasps]

- Oh!

[Groans]

[Murmurs]

[Murmuring]

- Where's your father going?

- On his Sunday walks.

It's his time to be alone

and talk to the Lord.

I'll bet he has a lot

to talk to him about this morning.

- What'd you say?

- I think I'll take a little walk of my own.

Are you all right here

by yourself?

[Missie] I picked this dress

because I know pink is your favorite color.

I love it

when you wear pink, Mama.

You always look so pretty.

There.

Letting in the sun

will make you feel better.

[Sighs]

L... I don't know why

they didn't let me come here, Mama.

[Sighs]

'Cause I would have sat here

just like this...

and I wouldn't have

madeyou tired or sad.

I just wanted to tell you

that I loveyou...

and I miss you.

[Sobs, Gasps]

You were spying on me!

- No.

- You're lyin'.

I saw you. You were watching.

How could you do that?

Missie, I didn't mean

to be there...

but I do know

what you're feeling.

Don't say that.

You don't know nothin'.

I do want to help you.

I don't want your help!

I hate it that you're here.

It was fine before you came.

I wish it was spring

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