Bag of Bones Page #7

Uh...

Well, let... let me just think

about this one, now.

I'm not sure.

Um, just let me think about it.

Absolutely.

I mean, you take

all the time you need, but...

Go on.

But what?

Jo would want you

to be happy, you know?

[Sighs] I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I-I shouldn't have said that.

I-I-I shouldn't have said

any of this.

It's okay.

It's okay.

You've done no wrong.

All's good.

I'll come over for dinner

tomorrow night.

I look forward to it.

Yeah, yeah, me too.

Okay.

Good-bye.

Okay, bye.

[Mutters]

[Sighs deeply]

Lie still bag of bones.

Lie still bag of bones.

Lie still bag of bones.

Lie still bag of bones.

Oh, God.

Hello, sir.

What are you doing here?

I'm sorry.

I don't mean to disturb you.

Harold, is it really you?

Harold?

You look so young, so young.

But you're dead, Harold.

What are you doing here?

How can this be?

Sir, I'm not...

Max is dead.

I went to his funeral today.

Old mad Max Devore is finally dead.

Sir...

I'm not Harold.

I'm Mike.

Harold was my grandfather.

And I take it

that you and my grandfather

were old friends.

We grew up together.

Yeah.

My name is Edgar White.

It's a pleasure

to meet you, Mr. White.

Oh, "Edgar" is fine.

"Mr. White"

is my old man.

And he's been gone for a long time.

What are you doing here?

Well, I was at, uh,

Max Devore's funeral today,

and I saw you.

And, um, well,

you looked pretty upset.

Max was an old friend.

It's never easy to bury an old friend.

- Mm.

- [Chuckles]

Max Devore and me...

We grew up together.

Harold and Normal and Fred...

And old Max, of course.

They're all gone now.

I'm the last one left.

But, you know,

I told your missus

all of this already.

My missus?

Well, yeah, yeah, um...

Jo Noonan, right?

- Mm-hmm.

I didn't realize

you and she had talked.

Pretty gal.

How is she?

She, uh...

She passed away.

Sorry to hear that.

What did you two talk about?

Oh, nothing much.

She had a bunch of questions

about the history

of Dark Score Lake.

Said she wanted to write an

article or a book or something.

Did she want to know

about Dark Score fair in 1939...

And Sara Tidwell?

Among other things, yeah.

But I told her...

I don't know anything.

But you were lying to her,

weren't you?

Hmm?

You do know something.

I bet there's lots of things you know

you wish you could just forget, hmm?

Max Devore is dead now, Edgar.

He can't hurt you anymore.

That's not always true.

Tell me the secret of Max Devore

that you keep in your heart

after all these years.

Tell me, Edgar.

Tell me what happened...

To you, Max Devore... And Sara Tidwell.

It's not about what happened

between me and Devore

and Sara Tidwell.

[Softly] What is it, then?

It's about what we did.

Tell me.

Just tell me.

It was the summer of '39...

[Brassy jazz music]

At the Dark Score fair.

she was poor...

Sara Tidwell was performing

on the main stage.

And she was like nothing

we had ever seen before

around these parts.

it was me, Fred Dean,

Normal Jellison,

your grandfather Harold Noonan,

and mad Max Devore.

Even then, Max was

the man with the plan.

And everyone knew

that he would eventually

run Dark Score Lake

and become a very rich

and important man in the world.

It was Max's idea to go to the show.

He took her in...

We were all heat up from the show.

A small port wine

and it was Max who suggested

we pay Sara a visit afterwards.

Of course, none of us knew

what Max had planned.

At least that's what

I've been telling myself

all these years.

I liked your show.

[Chuckles]

Well, thank you, sugar.

Maybe I'll see you at the next one.

I'm talking to you, girl.

Don't you turn away from me.

[Grunts]

Liking my singing

doesn't buy you a right to me.

Stop her!

You think you can sing the way you do

and get away with it, huh?

You think you and your

kind can boil our blood

and not give us what we want

when you're done, huh?

Come here.

Get over here and help me

hold her down, damn it.

[Whimpering]

Gonna teach this uppity b*tch

a lesson.

[Fabric ripping]

You going to tell me

you're sorry, b*tch?

You going to beg me for forgiveness?

[Laughing] I don't beg for nothing...

[Grunting]

Especially not for no little boy.

[Yelps, laughs]

Go home, honey!

Now! Run!

Mommy!

Run, Kisha baby, run!

Run!

Where's all your tough talk now?

[Crying] Not my daughter.

Please don't hurt my little girl.

I'll do anything...

Anything you say!

Please!

You already are doing anything I say.

Get her.

[Sobbing]

You think we can leave any witnesses?

Even I can't get us out of this one.

Now catch that little girl

and take her out to the lake.

No! Oh, God, !

Please, please...

Please, I'll do anything.

Please just don't hurt my little girl.

Please.

Please!

Help, I'm drown...

Please, don't hurt my baby!

Please, God!

No, no, no!

Shut that b*tch up.

Somebody's going to hear her.

Oh, no!

No, stop!

[Coughing]

[Screaming]

[Spits]

You...

And your kin are cursed!

You and your sons

are going to do to your daughters

what you've done to mine.

With your own hands,

you will murder your daughters.

And with their own hands,

your sons are going

to murder their daughters.

A curse on you and yours

until you're all gone!

[Sobbing]

Max told us

that we could never mention

a word of it to anyone

for as long as we lived,

that it would ruin us all.

He had us bury their bodies

out in the woods.

And that was the end of Sara Tidwell

and her daughter, Kisha.

[Knock on door]

- Hi.

- Hey.

- Come in.

- I made it.

[Clears throat]

- Y-you don't...

[Both chuckle awkwardly]

[Clears throat]

"Kiss the cook".

Well?

Well.

[Giggles]

I think we have a visitor.

- Hi, Mr. Mike.

- Hi, Miss Ky.

How's it going?

- Good.

- Good.

What you up to?

Will you read me

my bedtime story, please?

Sweetheart, I told you,

no begging Mr. Mike.

I would be more than happy

to read you a bedtime story.

Come on.

Hooray!

How can I refuse?

- Mm-hmm.

- Mm-hmm.

"For her birthday, Kim's mom

invited her to the fair

"that just came to town for the week.

"'Get dressed, my love,

and we'll go.'

"'okay, mom.'

"at the fair, many people

were waiting to buy tickets.

"From far away, she saw the big wheel.

Kim was so happy."

I dreamed about you the other night.

You did?

- [Yawns]

Mm-hmm.

And what was your dream about?

A circus...

Or...

A fair or something.

And...

What happened in this dream

of yours the other night?

You were trying to save me

from the bad men,

and the mad lady was singing.

And we hid in a real scary place.

But the mad lady's little girl

was hiding, too.

[Thunder rumbles]

And that girl...

Was she the mad lady's daughter?

- Mm-hmm.

How do you know that?

Because she told me, silly.

[Chuckles with relief] She did?

- Mm-hmm.

She's my friend.

Oh, she's your friend.

Since when?

Ever since...

Her mommy, the mad lady,

made my daddy try to...

Hurt me.

It was the mad lady

who made your daddy do that?

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