If There Be Thorns Page #3

from foxworth hall,

from all of that...

No one's going to take our children, Cathy.

I won't let that happen.

Oh, hey Jor.

Hey.

What're you up to?

Just finished the laundry.

Where's your brother?

I thought he was up here.

Bart?

He's not downstairs, either.

Well, he shouldn't be outside.

I think he's coming down with something.

-What is it?

-Bart's not in the house.

What?

Let's not panic. Come on.

Let's go look for him.

Okay.

Bart!

Bart!

Come on, Bart!

Where are you

Bart!

Where is he? Where is he?

Bart!

Bart!

Bart! You out here?

Bart!

Bart! Bart! What's wrong?

Mom! Dad! Over here!

Jory!

Jory, where are you?

Here!

Jesus! Bart!

When did this happen?

Bart!

Is he gonna be okay?

Oh, my god.

Oh, my god!

Open your eyes,

see what is in front of you,

for the Lord said

that you shall learn the truth,

and the truth shall set you free!

Dr.Sugarman, line three.

Dr.Sugarman, line three.

My sweet little boy...

My strong little boy.

Please wake up.

Please...

It's mommy.

Here, dad.

Thank you, son.

Here, honey. Take one of these

Oh Chris, I don't need it.

It's just valium.

You're a nervous wreck, darling,

and you need to sleep.

You've been up all night.

Hold on to this.

Okay, hon. Let's let him sleep.

Okay.

...and the truth

shall set you free...

I am alone in my search for the truth...

and sinners all around me live with lies and deceit.

People looking into our past...

Do they not know the

hellfire that awaits them?

There are ways around that.

If lying lips are abomination to the Lord...

Then secrets must be revealed.

And the sins of these lustful liars

must be paid for.

It's Cindy's mother...

She's gone.

Oh, hon', I am so sorry.

Just... I just hope

Bart's gonna be okay with it.

He'll adapt.

Oh, I have never been

so worried in my life.

I was a nervous wreck. I really was.

We were all worried, Bart.

But now my boy is as good as new.

You know, nurse,

I think I can take it from here. Thank you.

I bet you're excited to be coming home, son.

Well, what would you like for dinner? Hmm?

You must be famished.

How about, um... pork chops?

With, um, applesauce, and um...

Oh! I can make a yellow cake

with chocolate frosting.

Hmm? What do you think, sweetie?

I'm not "Sweet."

People who are sweet are kind,

and people who are kind are weak.

Where'd you hear that, Bart?

Nowhere. Why?

We just--

I... knew somebody who used to say that,

That's all.

What about Emma's famous marshmallow pie?

Hmm? What do you think?

I think you talk too much.

Look who's home!

There she is!

Hey, peanut. Welcome home.

It's official.

Hey, sweetie! Oh...

My Cindy's here.

Oh! Aren't we lucky to have a little girl?

Oh, look who's there--

it's big brother, Bart.

Hi, Bart.

Hey, Bart.

Go give him a hug, Cindy Bear.

I'll take your jacket.

Oh... she's so cute.

Aww. She loves you, Bart!

Sweetie?

Where are you going?

To work on my bug collection.

Okay.

Let's get started on lunch.

I'm sure he'll be just fine

once he gets back into his regular routine.

Come on.

Bart.

I'm so glad you're feeling better!

I've missed you!

Come in. We must celebrate!

These are good.

Well, you deserve the best of everything,

including your cookies.

How about a twirl with your grandma?

You listen to this old music?

It's not old!

It might as well be yesterday.

Well, grandma, I have a question.

You have a painting.

I have many paintings, darling.

This one looks lind of like my dad.

Not my read dad, but Chris.

Well, a lot of people resemble each other.

It must be a coincindence.

I'm told that I look like Jean Harlow.

It's in here, in the living room.

Where did it go?

Well, maybe the fever you had

scrambled your brain.

Whenever that happens to me,

I always take a cold bath.

My mom told me she met Chris

after she stopped talking to you.

So how do you know Chris?

Bart...

Please, tell me.

Why would he say he never met you if he did?

Tell me!

Or I'll think you're a horrible liar.

What could be so horrible?

Did you do something?

Something to make them both hate you?

They don't hate me, do they?

I'm a good woman.

If you're a good woman,

why would he say he never met you if he did?

Why would you not want to tell me

that that was a painting of him?

Because he's my son, Bart.

My dad is your s-son, and...

My mom is your daughter?

Then...

I think you understand.

It's one of my biggest failings as a parent.

And as a parent, you feel somewhat responsible,

though you aren't in the least.

But still, despite everything, I love them.

As mothers do.

Why didn't you tell me?

I wanted to protect you,

and there's nothing that this knowledge can do

except complicate things,

but you're very curious,

and now you understand.

It's why they've kept me away all these years.

It's why I had my breakdown in the first place.

It's been awful for me...

And I can only imagine how afwul

it must be for you now.

I can't believe it.

Bart, you must promise

that you will never speak of this to anyone,

or it will ruin your life.

Do you understand me?

Did...

Did you know my real father?

Oh, Bart.

You are too curious, and, as they say,

curiosity killed the cat

Did you know him?

I'm feeling faint.

So... faint.

All I want is my family back.

Never mind the past.

I guess I should get going.

My mom will wonder where I am.

You hung that painting! You imbecile!

Now his mind is churning and asking questions.

I'm trying to handle this delicately,

so I can win him,

and he'll convince them to take me back.

I'm sorry.

It was a genuine mistake.

Get out of my sight!

Sins...

Sins must be paid for.

But how?

You almost killed me, Clover.

You know that?

Nice one!

Who knocked it over last time?

So, Melodie, have you decided

which university you're gonna go to?

Father wants me to go to college in New England.

He says California universities

are overrun by leftist.

Well, when you're finished,

you should definitely come back here.

I mean, you're practically part of the family.

-Mom!

-What?

You don't want to be

part of this family.

Our blood is cursed.

I'm just kidding.

It's not like our family's plagued

with dark secrets

or hypocrisy.

Um...

Lunch is ready.

Let's all get washed up.

"Listen no to false prophets

Who will try to bend you from God's will,

from God's grace.

Know that such foul souls are everywhere.

Usually, it is in the guise of a woman,

sometimes in the guise of men

corrupted by women."

What's wrong with you? Huh?

Hey! I'm talking to you!

Why would you try and embarrass me

in front of my girlfriend like that today?

Huh? And what the hell were

you talking about?

What was I talking about?

Why am I so screwed up, huh?

Why do I have allergies,

and why am I so much shorter than

everybody else in my grade?

Hey.

You're just different, okay? That's all.

We're all different.

No! When you live around a sin,

it starts ot infect you.

Why are you talking like such a weirdo?

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