Divine Secrets of the Ya-Ya Sisterhood Page #7

Lady, $ 1. 18 won't cover the gas

to get us off the ground.

We'll be back. With money. You just

stay right there. Please, don't go.

Christ.

I need some cash, Lyle.

Charge $ 15 to Shep's account.

Actually, make it $20.

Sorry, I can't do that.

Why not?

You've done it 84,000 times before.

Shep told me I can give you all

the gas and service you want...

...but no more cash.

Due to all the times before.

It's not what you think. Be a

sweetheart, and it'll stay between us.

He said just gas, no cash.

He pays the bills.

It's okay, Mama, never mind.

Let's give up and go on home.

Siddalee Walker.

Don't you ever let me hear you utter

those words again! Do you understand?

Come on, get out of the car.

I have a proposition for you. How much

gas are you buying this afternoon?

I'm filling up.

Let me put it on my husband's charge

account, and pay me cash.

What do you say?

Okay. I see what you're saying.

Because I'm married to a tight-fisted

son of a b*tch myself.

Have a wonderful day.

Lyle! You've been outsmarted

once again!

Get your homely ass out of that chair

and pump this lovely woman a tankful.

Which way is your house?

That way.

There it is. See it?

Isn't it like a fairyland?

Don't we live in the

most magical place?

We're like two angels, up in the sky,

smiling down on all our friends.

Hi.

You say that like you know it's me.

It is you.

Maybe it's good there's

a lot of people here.

- Stick by me. She's putty in my hands.

- Watch your driving.

- Chaney.

- Siddalee Walker. Free at last.

Thank God Almighty.

Meet Connor.

- Willetta.

- Hello.

- You know Connor.

- Hi, Connor.

Come on, son, come with me.

We'll meet the Walker men.

- Mama, that reporter...

- Nope.

Truth hurts, kiddo. That's all.

I'm sure I had it coming.

- Mama, l...

- There are some things for which...

...I don't expect to be forgiven.

Not by my children.

Not even by God.

There are some things for which

it would be ludicrous to say...

...I'm sorry.

It'd be so...

So pale.

- I guess I owe you an apology...

- No, you don't.

Don't say it.

I've been thinking about what I'd say

to you, should we ever speak again.

I thought of all the mean things that'd

make you feel guilty. You know me.

I take a problem and chew on it until

all the flavor's gone...

...and then I stick it in my hair.

And then it dawned on me.

All those years...

...that I prayed...

...that I begged on my hands

and knees...

...for God to make me more,

give me more...

...make me better...

...make me stronger...

...make me saner...

...make all my dreams come true...

I finally got an answer.

What?

You.

Right there in one person,

all I'd ever wanted to be or do.

And there you are.

You came right through me...

...and I never even realized.

I hate it when it's right in front of

your face and you miss it. Don't you?

- You goddamn marry that boy.

- I will.

I know I have the "worst mother in the

world" prize sewed up and in the bag...

...but I'd still like to be there.

Well.

Maybe we could have it here?

That would just be...

...convenient. I could walk to it.

You could.

Here.

I've been waiting to give you that.

I almost lost it once,

but I got it back.

It's so beautiful, Mama. Thank you.

There's one more thing I want to ask.

Then you go dance until

your socks melt.

Okay.

But I want you to be totally honest.

Are you sure?

- Yes.

- Okay.

Do I look like I've gained weight?

No. Actually,

I think you may be too thin.

God love you, darling.

- Now you can go have some fun.

- Okay.

She'll love it.

Make a wish. Make a wish.

This way.

Put your game face on.

You are now in the inner sanctum

of the temple of the Ya-Ya. Enter.

Bring forth the petite.

As you have seen

the secret Ya-Ya documents...

...and heard secret Ya-Ya secrets...

...it is now time for you to give

yourself to nature...

...and heed the Ya-Ya call.

- Silence.

- Sorry.

You are about to be initiated

as an intimate of the secret order.

We wear headdresses of the queens

who have gone before us...

...who ask us to carry on their magic.

They come from Indian holy grounds,

the jungles of the ancients...

...the prairies of the Norwegians

and the shores of Gitchegoomi.

Gitchegoomi. Gitchegoomi.

Countess Singing Cloud,

bring forth the chalice.

- What the hell is this?

- This is the blood of our people.

The wolf people, the alligator people

and the crazy people...

...from whom we gain our strength

to rule all worlds.

- Are we gonna do that again?

- Hell, yes.

- Of course we are.

- That's how diseases spread.

Honey, the only disease that could

survive our bloodstream is alcoholism.

Is that it? I can't tell

if that's a scar or wrinkle.

That's a wrinkle.

- There's some scars behind your ears.

- Shut up.

- You're opening up old wounds for me?

- Old wounds heal, pal.

There are people in the world

to save you when you need saving...

...cover your ass

when it needs covering...

...and are always there

when you need someone to lean on.

We are the mighty Ya-Ya priestesses.

Let no man put us under.

Now our blood flows through each other

as it has for all eternity.

Loyal forever, we raise our voices

in the words of mumbo gumbo:

Ya-Ya!

- Nice here on the porch, isn't it?

- Love it.

- I love you, Mama.

- I love you too, sunflower.

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