The Prince of Tides Page #5

It's the Southern way, ma'am.

The "Southern way"?

My mother's immortal phrase:

"When things get too painful, we

either avoid them or we laugh. "

When do you cry,

according to the Southern way?

We don't.

Jesus, even Sally makes

better chili than this.

- I have a good recipe. Interested?

- No, thanks. I never cook.

What the hell is it with you doctors?

Does "Callanwolde"

mean anything to you?

No. Why?

Savannah kept repeating it

when she first came out of the coma.

"Callanwolde, Callanwolde. " No?

I don't know.

I have to get back to the hospital.

It's late.

I can't see you tomorrow

till about 7:
30. Okay?

Lowenstein!

What's your first name?

Why?

Why not?

It's just that my patients

call me Dr. Lowenstein.

But I'm not your patient.

Susan.

Thank you, doctor. I won't use your

name. I just wanted to know it.

Be on time.

- Eight bucks a pound.

- Eight bucks a pound? For shrimp?

- Are they fresh?

- Yeah!

They're today's. They're gorgeous.

- I'll take a pound.

- Let me at the scale.

Shrimp Newburg? For chrissakes,

Lila, it's got wine in it!

It's garbage!

It's elegant food, Henry. And it's

gonna get me into Colleton League.

That's a joke. Why do you think

they got a Colleton League?

To keep people like you out.

Joop!

Why do you want to join anyway, Mama,

if they don't want you?

Of course they want me.

They just don't know it yet.

Even the dog won't eat it.

Goddamn it! I work hard all day long

to come home and eat this sh*t?

I think it's good.

- Who asked you?

- Nobody.

Nobody.

Tip your head up, boy.

You ain't gonna cry, are you?

What did I tell you about crying?

What did I tell you about

crying in this house?

Put the hands in your lap.

Sit up straight!

Come on, sit up straight.

You gonna cry now?

Savannah, get this little girl

one of your dresses.

Why are you so mean?

Henry, why don't I get you

another supper?

There's leftover hash and rice.

I'll heat it up.

Give me a hand, Tom.

You go out in the kitchen

with the rest of the girls.

Bully on somebody your own size.

Can't anyone take a joke around here?

I'll help, Mama.

I want you to melt

this butter, Savannah.

Heat up this rice. You chop that

onion into fine little pieces, Tom.

And the Yankees are back out in front.

I'm sorry, Mama.

There's nothing to be sorry for.

Marry into nothing, you get nothing.

Add some pepper, Tom.

Hand me that Worcestershire sauce.

Your mouth is hanging open, child.

Nice and spicy.

All I want is a good,

plain American meal!

Here you go, darling.

Now, this is food, Lila.

Eat up, children.

So your mother fed him dog food, huh?

He even asked for a second helping.

Maybe you got your sense

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