Mr. Church Page #4

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that Charlie likes.

So, I finished this one.

I still don't see why

they couldn't be together.

Next time, I want a story

that's not going to make me

CW my eyes out.

Some writers ain't happy

till they made the reader cry.

And some readers

ain't happy till they do.

Hmm.

I'd watch Mr. Church leave,

knowing that

in just a few short hours,

he'd return with bags and bags

of goodies to explore.

Whoa!

Oh! Oh! Oh!

Oh, baby! I got her. I

got you, I got you.

Are you okay? I got you.

She's okay.

Oh, my God. Thank you. Let

me get this stuff here.

Thank you, Mr. Church.

It's okay.

Yeah, there's glass everywhere.

Watch where you're stepping.

Let me...

Watch out.

No, I got it.

I got this, ma'am.

Let me...

I'll take care of this.

Okay, thank you.

What child would like

to get cut?

Mr. Church.

I'd like to check out

a book, if that's okay.

How about if I make

some suggestions.

Now, this is kind of long,

but it's worth the journey.

I read it a couple of times myself,

so you don't got

to be gentle with it.

Books was meant to be broken in.

Good night, my dear.

So, you like your eyes

You think

they're kind of cute

You like your smile

You think

that it's a beaut

So you like you

Huh

You think you're cute

So, you think

you're cute

Well, baby

So do I

And through if all,

I never knew about the promise

Mr. Church made to Richard.

I never knew Mama was dying.

I never knew anything

until much, much later.

The only thing I knew

at ten years old

was that one morning I woke up

and we had a cook.

And one other thing.

He was to be gone in six months.

But six months...

turned into six years.

Turns out Mama was a miracle.

She boxed that mean, old cancer

every day, giving it lefts,

rights, uppercuts.

And all the while,

I never knew she was is the ring.

Hey, Charlie.

Hi.

Owen, is it true

that Stevie hasn't

asked me to the prom

because his folks don't approve?

Don't know anything about it.

I heard he's taking Nora Williams

because she's a notorious virgin.

Ugh, I told my sister

never to honk.

She just can't help

embarrassing me.

I can't wait till I'm 18.

I can get away

from this stinking place.

Walk you to the bus?

Sure.

Are you really

going to read all these?

I already did.

Just returning them.

How's your mom doing?

She's fine.

Coming to the game tonight?

I can't really go out at night.

Not ever?

Not even for, say, prom?

Would you go with me, Charlie?

I... I got to go.

I... I... I got to go.

I'll take that as a maybe.

Every time I walked in that room,

I held my breath

so I could listen for hers.

Hoping it would still be there.

Sometimes it was so soft

I had to climb onto the bed

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