Imitation Of Life Page #11

with the lambs...

and not with the goats...

on judgment day.

And my funeral...

Mr. Steve,

you'll find what I want

in the drawer...

over there.

I've got it, Annie.

I want to go...

the way I planned,

especially

the four white horses...

and a band playin'.

No mourning,

but proud

and high-steppin',

like I was goin'

to glory.

No. I won't listen.

There isn't going

to be any funeral,

not for a long, long time.

You can't leave me.

I won't let you.

I'm just tired, Miss Lora.

Awfully... tired.

Annie!

Annie!

No!

"I will lift up mine eyes

unto the hills from whence

cometh my help.

"My help cometh from the Lord

which made heaven and earth.

"He will not suffer thy foot

to be moved.

"He that keepeth thee

will not slumber.

"Behold, he that keepeth Israel

shall neither slumber

nor sleep.

"The Lord is thy keeper.

"The Lord is the shade

upon thy right hand.

"The sun shall not

smite thee by day...

"nor the moon by night.

"The Lord shall preserve thee

from all evil.

"He shall preserve thy soul.

The Lord shall preserve

thy going out

and thy coming in."

Let me through!

Please!

Please, let me through!

Hey, stand back, miss.

But it's my mother!

Stand back.

I'm telling you,

it's my mother!

Please.

Mama!

Mama!

I didn't mean it.

I didn't mean it.

Mama, do you hear me?

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, Mama.

Mama, I did love you.

Sarah Jane.

Sarah Jane, don't!

Miss Lora.

Miss Lora,

I killed my mother.

I killed her.

I wanted to come home.

Shh.

Now she'll never know how much

I wanted to come home.

Come with us.

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