Flesh and Bone Page #7

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It was 30 years ago.

There was more than one bad night.

But that was your night,

wasn't it, Junior?

You're right.

You didn't pull the trigger.

You did open the door.

And now, you brung her to me.

You're stupid.

You've always been stupid.

You was stupid

when you were a little kid.

As a man, sh*t,

you're being stupid now.

Who's got the gun, boy? Me?

Go ahead, son.

Put it on me and pull the trigger.

Come on.

See, you can't.

You just can't.

You can't because we're kin.

Blood.

Look, you go ahead and run along

and fill up them candy machines.

It's only right that I do it.

This way, we both will sleep easy.

Dad?

Son?

Sweet dreams.

- What happened?

- Get in the truck.

- But...

- Get in the truck!

Everything he told you...

it's a lie.

Thanks for the advice.

Don't be in a hurry to leave.

They know me here for years, so

you just stay as long as you want.

Until you figure out

your next step.

You got your key?

Yeah.

I got my key.

What was I doin'

in that house today?

Or am I crowdin' you?

There are some things that...

are better left unsaid.

It just does no good

to talk about 'em.

No good at all.

It's like I said.

I'm a creature of habit.

Each town I go,

there's a place to eat...

place to sleep.

And in each town,

there's also a woman.

I'm startin' to miss 'em.

Sure, I understand.

I just sort of

fell into your life anyway.

There wasn't any reason to it.

God knows I've been a burden.

It's just...

I really haven't been myself

these last few days.

Yes, you have.

You've been fine.

Better than fine.

Looks like they're almost gone.

The bruises.

I better go.

I got a jukebox up the road

that's only playin' George Jones.

That ain't so bad.

I guess not.

I stumble on any of those

blue dimes of yours...

maybe I'll use a couple of'em...

give you a call,

let you know how I'm doin'.

You know where to find me.

What's that on your pocket?

That's nothin'.

It's just a little blood.

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