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- Dear Jesus...

If that's what you want.

Glory be to you, Lord,

I want to say thank you for this day

and for the blessings of this party

and for my friends

and all my presents-which I love.

And for the gift of life

growing inside me.

Help me to be a good Christian mother,

and to raise the child to praise

your name, Jesus. Amen.

Amen.

Sister Glow-ray from a beam

of light on high.

For those who suffered April 15,

Who saw the Satan Sherman victorious

on North Carolina ground.

Forever we honor their risen souls...

Amen.

Amen.

How are you?

Just great.

Yeah? Have you been good?

My wife Madeleine. This is Mary.

We were kind of in school together.

A couple of years apart.

George Johnston,

you can't hide from me. Get up here.

- How you doing?

- Hey, Bud. I'm good.

You remember Emily?

- Hi. How are you?

- How are you?

- I'm wonderful.

- Nice to see you.

Hey, Pastor, this is my wife Madeleine.

This is Bud.

Hi. You're so young.

It is nice to meet you.

Look. Who's that?

Will we see you tomorrow morning,

Mrs. Johnsten?

That's you, darling.

Oh, me!

You don't know who you are yet, huh?

No.

Well Eugene, I'm gonna pray

with you family here real quick.

And then I got to get this show

on the road. Alright?

Lord, I just thank you

for this fellowship tonight

and for the safe return

of George to his home flock.

I pray, Lord, that you would bless

his marriage to Madeleine.

Or God that it would be

a spirit filled union.

That they would see the impermanence

of this world.

And pray, Lord God that

you would banish the Devil

and all evil-doers from their door,

no matter where they are

in the kingdom, Lord.

Praise you Jesus.

Amen.

You ready for that song?

Uh oh.

Come on.

Kind of a big room.

It's good. Come on.

Alright everybody,

you all knew that we had a treat

when you heard George Johnsten

was back in town.

Now don't tell a lie.

Who of you all thought that

he was going to get out of here

without giving us a hymn?

This wasn't my idea.

Now, I know you're a little rusty,

so I want to get Eddy McGee.

Come on,

Eddy and bring your son up here.

Come on up here and help this man out.

You remember the number don't you?

I think I need the book.

- It's 283.

- Thank you.

This one here is, he's 16.

His voice just broke. He's singing bass.

Softly and tenderly Jesus is calling,

Calling for you and for me;

See, on the portals

He's waiting and watching,

Watching for you and for me.

Come home, come home,

Ye who are weary come home;

Earnestly, tenderly, Jesus is calling,

Calling O sinner

come home.

Oh for the wonderful love

He has promised,

Promised for you and for me,

Tho' we have sinned

He has mercy and pardon,

Pardon for you and for me.

Come home, come home,

Come home, come home,

Ye who are weary come home;

Earnestly, tenderly, Jesus is calling,

Calling oh sinner

come home.

I don't think I'd ever move back

to Baltimore.

This is just so much more peaceful.

Yeah, I hear you.

Momma Peg made it.

She makes most of my maternity stuff.

It's so beautiful. Such lovely work.

It's not much,

but I'm kind of proud of it.

You sew?

Oh no, I can't do anything

with my hands.

You don't have to. You're smart.

George knew that when he married you?

Hey. Why doesn't Madeleine help you

with you report?

She'd be good at it.

It wouldn't take much.

You all could do it tonight.

Couldn't you? Please.

Sure, I can help you.

You all ready to skedaddle?

I bet you get an A.

Where did you get that?

Hey Peter, we're going to go home.

Come on!

You need an engraved invitation or what?

You coming to bed?

Not now. I'm looking for something.

My Phillips-head.

Peg?

Peg?

No, it's me Ashley.

There's some 'Zingers'

on the bottom shelf.

Oh, I'm just getting a carrot.

Dolly would be a nice name.

I turned the light on and everything.

Are you going to go?

She's really, really smart

and she wants to help you.

I'll wait up for you, OK?

He's ready for you.

OK.

You look so pretty.

You smell good too.

All baby powder and shampoo-y.

I'm going to bed.

OK.

- Good night.

- Good night.

- Thank you.

- OK.

So what do we do?

Write a paper.

They don't believe you read it unless

you can write a paper on it.

So... a paper.

Have you read any of it?

Yeah. I looked through it.

Did you think it was funny?

No. I thought it was long.

OK.

What?

- Nothing.

- What?

You smell like George.

OK.

How about I help you

with some of the themes?

OK, how about you help me

with some of the themes.

OK?

OK.

How about escape?

Huck, and Jim,

are constantly managing to

just wriggle out

of one situation before...

Who's Jim?

The black man. The slave.

Traveling down the Mississippi.

Oh, yeah. Jim.

OK.

Well, their relationship is a...

Well, it's Huck's...

gradual sort of...

love affair with this slave

is the major theme...

Wait. They fall in love with each other?

No, not love affair like that

I don't think you're talking

about the right book.

I'm not talking about a romance.

Two people can love each other

and it's not really...

It's more...

It's more

respect.

Huck comes to see this slave

as a real person.

A whole person. Like himself.

And that's a new insight.

This is what

you'd call a picaresque novel.

That's good word to use.

And it means, usually,

a main character that's traveling like

'Don Quixote', or 'Candide'.

You think I'm a complete idiot,

don't you?

No. God no.

I just don't know how much

of this book you've read.

And it's a pity,

because it's a great book.

And it is really funny.

Doesn't this boy's dad try to kill him?

Yeah.

That's not funny.

You're doing this to make fun of me.

No, I'm not. I'm trying to help you.

Let's just read the first chapter.

It actually lays out

a lot of the themes.

Are you listening to me? Will you do it?

What?

Just read the first chapter.

I don't have to. That's why I got this.

You're right. This thing it tells you

everything I could have told you.

I don't even know what

I'm doing here. Do you?

It's been hard, lately, around here.

What do you mean?

Just with everything. You know?

Oh. Did you not want to have children?

I would have gone to Washington D.C.

In 12th Grade.

You know?

Except for her.

She kept looking at me all junior year.

And I couldn't concentrate.

That f***ed me up.

So, when is this due?

Any f***ing time now!

No, I meant the paper.

Tell me what you're doing here.

What do you mean?

Tell me what you

and George are doing here?

- Johnny.

- F*** you.

I don't need George sailing in here

all-help out poor Johnny, some sh*t.

No. None of us need sh*t from you.

Okay?

Johnny.

And f*** Huck Finn! F***!

Johnny, stop! Stop. Oh God. Sorry.

Darling, I'm trying to help you.

I wasn't laughing at you.

I wasn't laughing at you.

We didn't come here to upset you. Okay?

I'm sorry, I'm sorry. OK?

Just be still. Sorry.

There.

What are you doing?

Hey.

Oh sh*t. I'm sorry. Oh my god, Johnny,

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