The Prize Winner of Defiance, Ohio Page #3

I'm sure he's carrying around

the weight of the world.

But the more he drinks,

the less he's able to pay the bills,

which is one reason he's so unhappy.

But it's up to you, you see,

- to make him a good home.

- But I do.

Well, you'll have

to try a little harder.

No one says that life is easy.

Thank you for coming by, Father.

Yes, indeed.

Are you being obedient

and saying all your prayers?

Yes, Father.

Good boy. I'll see you in church.

His breath smells like Dad's.

Well, maybe that's why Father

likes to use so much incense.

All right, kids.

Let's go to bed.

I'm tired of this day.

I need a new one.

If I may pause

in the story for a moment,

I'd like to briefly explain my marriage.

As a young scribe, I was a resident wit

for the Sherwood Weekly Chronicle.

Queen Elizabeth

invented ladies' stockings.

Since her time,

they've covered a multitude of shins.

Evelyn, that's top-notch.

I had potential, as they say.

I was also in sore need of adventure.

And Kelly Ryan was loads of fun.

He loved music

as much as I loved words.

And we were just the perfect match.

Then one night, Kelly's career

as a crooner came to a terrible end.

And so, our life in Defiance began...

...where my husband joined

the ranks of ordinary men.

So if he seems unhelpful at times

or selfish or mean,

please remember

that he lost his voice,

while I kept mine.

Here you go, Dick.

There's a soldier on this glass,

look at that.

Who's winning the battle?

Drink your milk, baby.

Morning, Mother. Morning, kids.

Morning, Dad.

What do you say I fix

everyone some pancakes?

You can't. We're out of milk.

I need some money, by the way.

How about coffee?

You guys are old enough.

- No, thanks.

- No.

Who the heck did this?

One of you kids?

You did, Daddy.

No, siree. I think it was...

...you.

No, I did not.

Yeah.

Well, you can't sell it now.

Looks like we're stuck with it.

It seems like we are.

How about I take up hunting,

fill that thing full of duck and deer?

No, Daddy!

You don't like that idea, OK.

Well, how about I just go shoot

some squirrels

and little bunny rabbits?

How about you don't spend

so much at the liquor store.

Tell you what.

Every night, when I come home,

I'll bring something

from the grocery store.

I'm gonna fill that to the very top,

even if it takes me a year.

- What do you think of that?

- I think that's a wonderful idea.

I gotta go to work

so I can bring home the bacon.

- And a porterhouse steak.

- Hey, I'm not kidding.

You just watch your old man.

I need money for the milkman.

That's not enough.

That's all I have.

OK.

Bye, kids.

Bye.

How's Dad gonna fill the freezer

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