Maudie Page #2

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Bye, Aunt Ida.

Go.

I'm assuming--

Assuming I'm working

for room and board,

but...I was thinking

an extra 25 cents

spending money as well

a week?

There you are. Heh.

Thought you left me

for a minute.

What do you want me

to do first?

If I stand over you all day,

I may as well do it myself.

No--

You going through

my stuff?

No. No, just...

pretty.

Well, you think that's why

I brought you

out here, so you could

go through my gear, huh?

No.

I made you soup.

What is that? Huh?

Turnip.

I don--

I don't eat turnip.

You haven't even cleared

the table.

I was just-- I was just--

You want me to pay you money

but you don't know a click

about cleaning.

No, no, no.

No, no, not gonna work.

No, no lazy arses around here.

No lazy arses around here!

You get your stuff and get out!

No, no. No, no. No!

No! No!

Why you do that?

Where do you want me

to go, huh?

Should've thought of that

when you were sitting here

going through my stuff.

I didn't know what you wanted.

I don't want to have

to look after you.

I want somebody who's

gonna do the looking after!

Not some

crippled-up woman.

Now get out! It's my house!

I'm getting out!

My house!

Yeah.

Hello.

Hello.

Yeah, it's time.

You know.

You know.

You know, don't you?

You know.

Hey, gently.

Hey, hey. I'm sorry.

It's all right.

Hey, hey, hey, it's okay.

I know. I know. I know.

Oh, come here.

Oh, dear, it's okay.

It's-- It's all right.

Oh, dear.

It's all right.

It's all right.

Yeah, I know. I got you.

I'm sorry.

Here we go.

Shh. Shh. Shh.

I know. Sorry.

It's okay. It's okay.

It's okay.

It's okay. It's okay.

That's my chair.

That's my chair.

Want a bowl of stew?

Where'd you get the chicken?

Killed it.

You killed it?

The big one.

So...

I'm gonna stay,

where do I sleep?

Are you gonna follow

my rules?

You cleaned?

Clean upstairs?

No.

No?

There's only one bed

up there.

Oh, you're a princess,

eh?

When I was at the orphanage,

they put us six,

seven to a bunk, hm.

Elbows in my back.

Feet up my arse.

If you're too fancy

to pile in,

then you can take

your little knickknacks,

put them in the red wagon

and get out.

No, I'm--

I'm good up there.

I'm not too fancy.

Bad dogs!

Down. Get down.

Down. Yeah, good boy.

Who told you you could talk

to them dogs like that?

What--?

They gotta learn.

Them dogs been here longer

than you. More useful too.

I'm only-- I'm only trying

to feed 'em.

Let me tell you how

it is around here, all right?

There's me, them dogs,

them chickens, then you.

Everyone's talking.

He has you barred up in there

as his love slave.

It's disgusting.

Everett

with a love slave.

Would it make it more proper

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