Undertow Page #3

Me, I gotta get away now and then.

What about you?

God, I love to drive.

Has he changed much?

- From when y'all were kids?

- Old John?

No, he's pretty much the same.

He's got a few silly new fur coats,

kind of queer.

Did you know my mom?

I knew your mom first. She was my girl.

He didn't mention

that little detail, though, huh?

No, I shouldn't think he would.

What did he tell you about me?

He said you were in prison.

- You got a girlfriend?

- Not really.

That's smart, boy.

You gotta live a little first.

Girls mess with your head.

Make you do crazy things.

Did you hurt somebody?

You wanna drive? I'll work the gearshift.

- Nah.

- Somebody better take the wheel.

- Better take the wheel.

- No!

Come on, champ. Take it.

Somebody better take the wheel, kiddo.

Sh*t, yeah!

I forgot what it feels like.

What feels like?

Are you scared?

Here, Tim, try some sweet potatoes.

Tim don't eat much.

What, is he afraid he'll get fat or something?

He's already got a bunch of cellulite.

Look at all that goop.

It's about affinity.

Doctor says his brain ain't ready for it.

- It's an anxiety disorder.

- Freaks out his ulcer.

It's called an anxiety disorder.

Take your hat off at the table.

It ain't Thanksgiving.

When I was a boy,

I used to worry about Pilgrims.

I had this nightmare

that a whole bunch of you bastards...

would bust into my room

with your shirts off...

and you'd tickle me crazy.

You'd make me walk the plank

or eat turkey until I got fat.

You'd force me to just eat and eat.

Till all of a sudden

I realized I was an animal.

An animal eating an animal.

Then I'd wake up with a start...

and find I'd pissed my pajamas.

It is kind of funny now.

It wasn't so funny then.

How much work did you guys

get done today?

Not as much as we hoped.

We had to run into town, get some supplies.

Come on, now. Dish up.

Y'all say grace?

Occasionally. Feel free.

Thank you for this food.

Hope everybody has a nice time. Amen.

- Hallelujah.

- I want a leg.

Supplies in town, huh?

Well, tell you the truth,

Chris wanted to take a ride in my car...

and I could've said no, but I didn't want

to get off on the wrong foot with him.

You went driving?

I get home and nothing's done.

You're sure right about them two.

They ain't exactly fond of work.

I kept having to stop what I was doing

to go and track them down.

Don't put it all on the boys, Deel.

That's not what we agreed on.

You're supposed to look after them.

I'm just trying to give the kids

some elbow room.

We were not exactly angels

when we were their age, John.

That's right.

You don't trust me, do you?

- Lf you want me to leave, just say so.

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