Yelling to the Sky Page #5
to pull another one.
No. Remember,
I still have options.
But not many.
You're right.
Oh.
Another one.
This is not fair.
You rigged this.
Here's your daddy's bones.
OLA:
Okay. Here we go.Come here.
Come here.
Here you go.
Hold that for a second.
Here.
Is that good?
Down a little.
F***!
All right.
Latonya.
Latonya!
I heard you used to
tell great stories.
Sweetie, your curiosity
will be the thing that saves you.
From what?
Dr. Stills ran clear across the room
Ola arrived cautious.
She needed persuading.
But you just flew out.
Would you let me
do your hair?
It's already done.
I could fix the ends.
Okay.
When we're ready.
What?
Nothing.
It's my serve?
Yeah, yeah. It's on.
I'm preoccupied.
Ro, that was so you.
Silence.
Your play's no good.
At least I can
hit the ball, right?
Yeah, for real. For real.
Like that one's gonna...
There.
Nice.
Get that.
That's how you serve,
right there.
Jojo, you ain't even playing.
Just standing there looking cute and sh*t.
It's like... 100%.
Yeah.
Come on, Jojo.
Oh...
Hey, Roland.
Oh, my God!
Oh, sh*t.
Stop it.
Stop it.
Stop.
Nah, he's gonna get up.
Stop.
Sweetie.
Ever wonder if you had someone
who caught Mommy,
or if someone
would've caught Daddy?
What's more bizarre?
That both Mommy and Daddy
have brothers named David John,
or that one was an Irish cop and
the other was an activist?
Stop changing the subject.
Say something real.
What?
Forget it. Just leave.
I'm sorry for the way
I used to beat on you.
I'm surprised you
never bring it up.
I didn't want us to
stop being friends.
Why bother?
How far do you plan to run?
Far enough not to live with
my folks with a baby.
Yeah?
That's exactly what I said.
You hungry?
She's just gonna
chew through that.
Yeah, well, she can chew it to bits.
Whatever makes her happy.
What was that for?
You know, it was owed.
Is your mother resting?
Yeah, she's still napping.
I guess she
didn't wake up while...
While what?
Nothing.
Where did
Sweetness run off to?
I don't know
where Sweetie went.
Ola.
Seriously, I don't know
where she went.
All right. Whatever.
I'm gonna fix some food.
Ready?
I mean, sh*t, look at him.
Yo, I gotta get
Ol's car back.
We roll in an hour.
One hour.
Yo, you better
watch your homegirl.
It looks like she's on the loose over there.
What the f***?
It's been a rough day.
Yo.
Close the door, man.
In or out?
Open door just
invites unwanteds.
Sure. Why not?
Whoo-hoo!
Whoa.
O'Hara.
Coleman.
No sh*t.
Which one of us
is worse off, man?
Um...
I don't know.
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