Unanswered Prayers

UNANSWERED PRAYERS

Pass the ball.

You better pass it. Pass it.

Get it. Get it. Get it.

Boom! Man, what a hit!

Guys, you think you could turn that down

to just below the pain

threshold, please?

Hey, hey, there she is.

Hon, come in here.

-That's Mom?

-That is.

Mom, check it out!

Oh, my God. I cannot believe

I could ever do that.

Well, believe it. You could do that.

Lorrie, that skirt.

You could see halfway to Paris.

Where'd you guys find the tapes?

Behind the workbench in the garage.

The boys were cleaning.

Jess, put on your second birthday

at Wheeler Farm.

Those giant turtle races.

Come on, you were a hottie.

-What do you mean, "Was"?

-Exactly.

-Who's a hottie?

-Your wife, dear.

Is supper ready soon?

Your father's about to chew wood.

Almost.

Hey, hey. Everybody quiet down.

Here it comes.

This is your father's

defining moment, Son.

Keep your eye on number 32.

I'm on it, Dad.

Henry, take your hand out

of the chicken salad.

Third and long. Whitman drops back.

Lets it fly. Deep, deep.

-Interception!

-Interception!

Yeah! Back to the 15!

He's going! He's going!

To the 10! To the five!

Touchdown, Wolverines!

And the crowd goes insane!

And that was the game.

That was good.

Hey, hero boy, do you think

you could help me set the table?

Okay. Now, enough of you.

Now here is Jesse at the turtle races.

No. Hold on. Hold on. You're gonna miss

the glorious aftermath.

Ben Beck, you just won the Super Bowl.

Now where are you going now?

Who is that?

She was hot.

Come on. Help us set the table.

Hey! It was just getting good.

Come on. Let's go, bud.

Dinner is served.

Hallelujah.

And may we always be mindful

of the needs of others.

Amen.

Amen.

Okay. So, who's that smoking hot chick

that was all over you?

Jesse, pass the salad.

She was a friend of mine.

We dated for a while.

She was looking definitely friendly.

Best chicken salad I ever tasted, honey.

Hmm.

I remember those cheerleading uniforms.

Very short.

Mmm-hmm.

Yes, Mom. Too short. We all agree.

Daddy, the biscuits

are made from scratch.

What is scratch?

What does that even mean?

Ava Andersson, right? The brunette?

Always reminded me of Ava Gardner.

Anybody need anything?

When Ava moved to this town, it was like

Angelina Jolie had just enrolled

at Stone Creek High.

Oh, my God. I forgot

to tell you. She died.

-Angelina Jolie?

-Ava?

No, no. Her mother. Lila.

They found her last week

on the kitchen floor.

Marlene Cox told me.

Of course, that woman

went through enough with that daughter.

Irene, here. Have some iced tea.

She must be in town now,

funeral and all.

Hey, Jess, you guys ready for

that game against Lynchburg Wednesday?

-They're looking tough.

-Mmm-hmm.

Last I heard, she was living in Europe.

Husband number two.

Mom, can you stop gossiping?

I could, Lorrie. I absolutely could.

But what fun would that be?

Mom.

-Hey.

-Hey.

I got something for you.

Yeah? More bills?

Yeah. Very funny. Close your eyes.

Just close them. Go on.

Okay.

I found it in a box.

Where I'm sure it was quite happy.

Hey, why did you turn that video off?

Huh? When?

When Ava had you in the lip lock.

You didn't want your son

to see that his dad

had the smokingest girl in high school?

Hey, Dad married the smokingest girl

in high school.

-Right answer.

-Mmm-hmm.

Put it on?

Get out of here.

Come on.

I'm all greasy.

I'll get you all greasy.

Get me all greasy. Come over here.

-Hey, hon. I was just about to call you.

-Hey.

The bushes for the dance floor are

filled with aphids. They look like hell.

-So what I'm thinking

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