Sordid Lives Page #3

- [ Sobbing ]

Why don't you sit down...

and I'll make you

a nice glass of ice tea.

There you go.

- Would you like a Valium?

- Uh-huh.

[ Dog Barking In Distance ]

I know this has to be

awkward for you, Sissy.

I mean, my husband

killed your sister with his, um--

I threw him out.

I threw his sorry ass out, Sissy.

Threw all his stuff

out on the lawn.

If he don't get it by tonight,

I'm gonna have a yard sale.

- But what am I gonna do now?

- Oh, hon.

I mean, I have no skills.

I'm just a mama and a wife.

What the hell

am I supposed to do now?

- Aw.

- [ Sobbing ]

[ Whimpering ]

- [ Crying ]

- Aw.

Ouch.

[ Whimpering ]

Thank you.

I'm sorry.

I shouldn't be telling you this.

- Should I take one or two of these?

- I'd take two if I was you.

And you'll feel a lot better

when those kick in.

And you can tell me

anything you want, Noleta.

I feel for you. I do.

This whole thing

is just one, big, unfortunate mess.

Cup and saucer or a pocketbook.

Two tricks in one.

- Didn't even use my teeth.

- What happened to the pig, Odell?

- The other white meat.

- I'm getting to that, G. W.

I had to go to the can real bad,

on account of the fact

I had one of them corny dogs.

I got real thirsty. I bought

one of them big, old jumbo sodas

to wash it down with.

- So I headed right on down

to them porta-potties.

- And I strongly believe...

that mama just didn't like

old Cockadoodle...

and she made up

that boll weevil sh*t...

because I sure the hell

never saw no goddamn bugs.

I'm in hell.

Today I was at the Shamrock,

filling up--

I needed one more full tank

for a complete set of them

Dallas Cowboy mugs--

I'm gonna get you

a little refill.

And that trashy thing,

Lynette Walters, was there.

Well, she was there

talking to her friend...

that Gloria Other-piece-of-trash,

old man Holmes's youngest girl...

the one with them

two illegitimate mulatto kids...

and they were staring at me, pointin',

talking all hush-hush.

Those two, all skinny

in their tube tops and short shorts...

like I was some kind of circus freak

or somethin'.

Those two, Sissy, of all people,

like they was better than me.

- Well, they're not.

- Well, I just went up to her window...

threw down a 20,

didn't wait for my change

or my Dallas Cowboy mug, and left.

- Good.

- Drove down Highway 84...

sobbing to high heaven,

going nowhere.

Finally had to pull over

'cause I couldn't see the road no more.

Aw, hon.

I'm sorry. I shouldn't be telling you

all this, giving you troubles.

You've got enough on your mind.

- Well, I gotta go, Sissy.

- So soon?

The kids get out of school at 3:00,

and I gotta explain to 'em about G.W.

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