Hannah Free Page #5

I know people read your mail,

so I won't say any more.

I don't know

how many more times

I can let you leave me.

At least I'm busy.

I'm working

three days a week

at the hardware store,

bookkeeping.

The man who used to

keep their books

is serving in Italy.

I'm so thankful

you're not overseas.

Be careful

in New Mexico, Hannah.

Watch out for snakes.

Check your boots.

Come home soon.

You know I love you,

but I'll say it anyway.

"Know ye the Lord,

He is God;

it is He

that hath made us,

and not we ourselves;

we are His people..."

Who the hell are you?

"...and the sheep

of His pasture.

Enter into His gates

with Thanksgiving..."

I said who the hell are you?

"...and into His courts

with praise."

You can't just waltz in here

and start spoutin' over me.

Mary, I'm here to help you.

And my name's not Mary.

Don't call me Mary.

It says Mary H. Freed

on your door, Mary.

Well, I don't give a

rat's ass what the door says.

Profanity is not the language

of our Lord.

Don't you want salvation?

Don't you want to sleep

in the loving arms

of Our Lord Jesus Christ?

No.

Now Mary, you don't mean that.

My name is Hannah...

Hannah Free.

No one has ever called me Mary,

not even my own mother.

So why don't you just

go talk to some other poor joker

who can't talk back.

I can see I haven't caught you

on a very good day.

I don't have good days anymore.

Knowing Jesus

would lighten your burden.

Believe me...

"The Lord is Good;

His mercy is Everlasting."

So you're on the road to Heaven?

I have my mansion reserved.

And I'm going to hell?

If you don't accept Jesus Christ

as your personal savior.

You paint a pretty

mean-spirited picture of Jesus.

Don't you think

that Judgment belongs to God?

Mary, you are an old woman.

God may be

calling your name soon.

The next time the friendly

hand of Salvation

reaches out to you, Mary,

I'd grab it.

My name isn't Mary.

It's the name you

were baptized with.

It's the name

the Lord will call.

What a friend we have in Jesus.

Never forget that, Mary.

Have a nice day.

You can have your mansion!

I'll be just fine in hell!

I hate this about gettin' older.

Think I'm just flappin' my gums

to stir up a breeze.

Rachel?

Rachel?

Well, if you're not gonna come

I'll get a radio...

drown out those

crazy people in the hall.

Course they probably think

I'm crazy too.

Sittin' here alone

talkin' my head off.

Jesus, someone's got

"As The World Turns" on?

What in the hell

are they doin'

spendin' their

last minutes on earth

listening to

"The World Turns"?

I know.

You loved that show.

Lisa and Nancy and Dr. Bob.

Bedpan. Full.

Rachel?

One last game of checkers?

I'll let you win.

My turn?

- Yeah.

- Okay.

King me.

Sh*t.

I don't think that was fair.

I'm gonna have that kid

bring me a radio.

I can choose my own noise.

You don't hear

anything, do you, Rach?

You're barely here.

You're tryin'

to leave us all behind,

and they won't let you.

Rachel...

Are you still there?

Guess I shoulda knocked.

Yes, you should have.

They yours?

Yes.

You were busy

while I was in Alaska.

Still pissed at me?

Yes. And must you

use that language?

Yes.

You didn't write

you were coming.

Didn't wanna warn you.

You just visiting?

Are you a widow?

Yes.

I believe I'm back.

I appreciated the money

you sent me from Alaska.

I didn't want to use it.

I shouldn't have...

You don't have

to explain, Rachel.

In fact...

I wish you wouldn't.

I wasn't paying for anything.

If you ask me upstairs,

I don't want you

mixed up about why.

I haven't asked.

I bet you will.

I'm a mother now.

So?

Get out!

I'm sorry.

You left me, remember?

You got married!

I didn't think that meant

I was going to lose you.

If I had stayed,

what were we supposed to do?

Trade recipes?

I needed you, Hannah.

Don't need me...

Want me, Rachel.

It isn't right.

Why? Because Mr. Johnson

went belly up

in the lake like

a dime store goldfish?

Only you would

put it like that.

This is right for us, Rachel.

Tell me you don't want it.

You know, up in Alaska

when they're lightin' dynamite

someone'll yell,

"Fire in the hole!"

I think that kinda sums us up.

You're just terrible.

The more you shake your head,

the wilder you are

under the sheets.

Put those babies

down for a nap.

If we start...

If we start...

promise you won't leave?

Cute babies.

They got names?

Promise?

Tomorrow I want you

to bake me some biscuits

wearin' nothin' but this apron.

Hannah, I need an approximation.

How long will you stay?

I don't know.

I don't wanna know.

Rachel, I need life

to surprise me.

If I bake you those biscuits...

will you promise

to stay till spring?

You make me those biscuits

I'll stay through the summer.

Maybe till the fall...

You can carve me up

for Halloween.

Let's put Marge and Roy

in their cribs.

Marge and Roy?

Yes, Marge and Roy.

I shoulda been here

to help you name 'em.

I gotta go home soon, Mama.

You know how Mason

has to eat on time.

When I started

coming up here every day,

he said that was my business -

just so long

as I got home in time

to cook his supper.

And I do. Faithfully.

Sometimes I cheat a little bit,

mix it up ahead of time

and heat it up in the microwave.

He doesn't seem to care.

Just so long

as when he sits down

at exactly 5:
30

and leans forward with his fork

he's got something

to stick it into.

My goodness,

sounded a little racy.

And we both know

Mason is anything but racy.

The only time he gets romantic

is after the Super Bowl.

I talked to Roy.

He said that he can't

fly down right now.

His youngest is still

in drug rehab,

and Linda is on

her third divorce.

He does have his troubles.

Glad my family never

got into that dope.

At least not that I know of.

Course you never can tell

about Barbara's girl, Greta...

I know. You warned me.

I said, "Barbara,

you have a choice to make.

You can either ruin your life

with that godless commie

or you can come home."

What are they gonna do

in a big town like Minneapolis?

He's a passionate young man...

and she loves him.

Marge, don't make her choose.

Mama, he's a Buddhist!

I could never understand

why a woman with your good sense

would spend her life

with that darn Hannah.

It's wrong.

And everybody says it's wrong.

The Bible says that it's wrong.

Not that I would ever

admit that you did

what everybody in this town

knows you did.

If somebody baits me,

I just say

how weird Hannah was,

and that you have always been

kind enough to stay her friend.

Not that you two didn't have

your knockdown, drag out fights.

I would hear you

through the heating vents.

The two of you would

rather lose an arm

than say anything

against each other in public.

I should do that with Mason.

At least he doesn't

bore me with his talk.

He doesn't ever

really listen either.

Did Hannah ever listen to you?

I guess she did.

She finally stopped traveling

and stayed home.

You would always look at her

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