The Member of the Wedding Page #4

You serious when you give me this?

I will name her Belle.

I don't know what went on in Jarvis' mind

when he brought me that doll.

Imagine bringing me a doll.

Your face when you unwrapped

that package sure was a study.

John Henry, quit picking at the doll's eyes,

it makes me so nervous. You hear me?

In fact, take that doll somewhere

out of my sight!

The big mistake I made

was to get this close crew cut.

For the wedding I ought to have

long brunette hair, don't you think so?

Don't see how come long brunette hair

is necessary.

But I warned you about getting your head

shaved off like that before you did it.

But nothing would do,

but you shave it off like that.

I'm so worried about being so tall.

I'm 12 and five-sixths years old.

Already I'm 5'5"

and three quarters inches tall.

If I keep growing like this until I'm 21,

I figure I'll be nearly 10 feet tall!

How tall, Frankie?

I doubt if they ever get married

or go to a wedding, those freaks.

- Freaks? What freaks are you talking about?

- The fair.

The ones we saw there last October.

Oh, the freaks at the fair.

She was the cutest little girl I ever saw.

I've never saw anything so cute

in my whole life.

- Did you, Frankie?

- No, I don't think she was cute.

Well, who is that he's talking about?

That little old pinhead at the fair.

Head no bigger than an orange.

The hair all shaved off

and a big pink bow at the top.

The bow was bigger than her head.

Well, that little-headed girl was cute.

The fact is all those freak folks

fairly give me the creeps.

Do I give you the creeps?

You?

Do you think I'll grow into a freak?

You? Certainly not, I trust heaven.

Well, do you think I will be pretty?

Maybe, if you file down

them horns an inch or two.

- Seriously.

- Seriously.

I think when you fill out,

you'll do very well, if you behave.

But by Sunday. I want to do something

to improve myself before the wedding.

Then get clean for a change.

Scrub them elbows. Fix yourself up nice.

You'll do very well.

You'll be all right

if you file down them horns.

I don't know what to do.

I just wish I would die.

- Well, die then.

- Die!

Go home! Go home!

You heard me. Go home!

- I'm sick and tired of you, you little midget!

- Now, just a minute...

- Will you listen to me...

- Go home!

Did you hear what I said?

What makes you act like that?

You're too mean to live.

I know it!

Something about John Henry

just gets on my nerves these days.

I've got a splinter in my foot.

That knife ain't no proper thing

for a splinter.

Seems to me that before this summer,

I always used to have such a good time.

Remember the spring,

how every Friday night Evelyn Owen

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