The Harrow Page #2

don't get out much.

How come you don't

talk to no one?

- What for?

- It's just one.

Ain't he lonely?

- No, he's all right.

They say fish got

no memory, anyhow.

- Now how'd anyone

know if that's true?

What you starin' for?

- I seen that smile before.

- My grandma died a month back.

She raised me like

I was her daughter.

I thought I was 'til now.

I found these letters.

It's my real mama

tryin' to explain

to me why she ran

off after I was born.

I ain't lookin' to

stir nothing' up.

I just wanna know, is all.

- Where you come from?

- Out near Asheville.

Gale never said

nothin' about us?

She sent this in

one of her letters.

She's real beautiful.

Can you just tell me

somethin' about her?

Just any old thing?

- We harvest from the bottom up.

We passed through this

field twice, all ready.

Every pass we pick

from the lowest level.

- It's been empty

since I bought it.

Thought I'd convert

it into apartments,

but the historical

commission got word.

Told me I wasn't

changin' a damn thing.

Place sits abandoned

for 40 years,

and suddenly it's a land mark.

- The water work?

- Yup, just

gotta turn it on for ya?

How long ya thinkin'?

- Well, a few months, I guess.

Where's that go?

- Downstairs.

Back in the day, they

brought the cows down there,

kept them all in the

big room just below us,

killed them in another

room on the other side.

Look, like I said,

I can't do nothin'

to spruce the place up.

So you want it, or don't ya?

- Uriah, hey, how you been?

- I'm doin' fine.

- Mighty nice to see you.

Oh yeah, I haven't seen

you all year, though.

Did you crop that late?

Well, what's been happenin'?

- Quality crop, it's b1.

- No way, I can't go

b1, this is not b1.

You know that, look at

it, it's too much green,

too much brown, it's

not clean enough.

- That's b1 if it's anything.

- B2.

Look, that's all I got.

B2's the best I

can do, I'm sorry.

- Well, how much?

- 213 a pound,

that's pretty good.

- You're stealin' my

tobacco, you know that?

It's as good a quality

as any you got here.

- Right, look, take

it or leave it.

That's all I've got.

- Hey, come here.

- What?

Don't touch me.

Give it to me. Give it to me.

- What the hell

you keep this for?

- Give it to me, Uriah.

- I know about that ring.

It was her daddy's weddin' band.

He died when she was 10.

She said in her letters that was

all that she had left of him.

I hopin' better things

mighta come her way.

Mama, well here mama,

she got married again,

a couple years after,

and there I came.

I guess Gale and my daddy

never got along too well.

Can you tell me more about her?

- Ma'am, I'm sorry

to trouble you.

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