No Way to Live Page #3

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- How you doing, brother?

I'm all right.

I got a flat about

five miles down the road.

I don't know.

Don't talk.

It's a lot of money.

You sure could need it.

It's all yours just by moving

one little finger.

You know, it's no different

than shooting a deer.

And I'll get rid of the body.

Uhh...

Nobody's gonna miss him.

He's just gonna be

another dead n*gger.

You gonna do it?

Aah!

Come on.

You gonna do it?

You gonna kill him?

- Say it!

- Okay!

I'm gonna kill...

I'm gonna kill him.

Now let it out.

- Ahh!

- There you go.

Zip up.

Ready to roll?

We got it from here.

I was thinking

maybe I'd stick around,

make sure you got that on okay.

Okay.

Good for nothing son of a b*tch.

- I'm sorry.

- That was the perfect chance.

I can't.

You're a disgusting little man

and I hope you die with no money

and I hope your family starves.

- I'm sorry.

- Coward.

Just getting our bag, darling.

- How's the tire?

- It's on.

Maybe we should stop there.

No.

We keep driving, we can make

it to the border by morning.

But I don't want

to stay up all night.

Let's get a good night's rest

and head out tomorrow.

Just take a nap. Here.

Use my jacket as a pillow.

I'll stay awake.

Can I at least stop to pee?

Doggummit.

Can't see a damn thing

in this rain.

I told you we should've stopped.

Baby, I told you,

we can't afford to stop now.

We're only a couple hours

away from the border.

- Hey, Monty?

- Huh?

Can I sit up front with you?

Sure.

You know what I could really

do with right now?

- Huh?

- A burger.

- You want a burger?

- Yeah.

- From where?

- I don't know. Wherever.

What's your favorite

kind of burger?

Cheeseburger.

- Cheeseburger?

- Mm-hmm.

- You're silly.

- No, you're silly.

Why you throw my pipe?

I was having a good time

smoking my pipe.

- I'm sorry.

- See, I got another one.

This is a bridge...

This is a pipe bridge.

- I'll smoke it.

- You want to smoke one, too?

You love pipes, too?

- Sure.

- Sure?

How do you do it?

Well, yours looks

a little more like a cigar.

So I would say...

Here, you can take mine.

You smoke the long end

and I'll light my cigar,

all right?

Mm-hmm.

I puff the cigar.

Get the smoke,

it's all out there.

You don't got any smoke yet!

Come on now.

It's lit.

- It's lit?

- It's lit.

- Now you can smoke it.

- Okay.

Don't cough, though. Ow.

You okay?

- I got something in my eye.

- Oh, no.

Yeah, you see it?

Oh, god.

Your eye is watering.

Can you blow it out?

Nora?

Nora!

Nora!

Nora!

Nora!

Nora!

Are we in Mexico?

No.

We're in what used to be called the

crest hill orphanage in Texas.

Why?

There's a few other "whys"

we need answering

before we get to that.

Like why did you try to kill me?

$10,000 is a good chunk

of change,

but I don't believe

you'd murder me for it.

Hell, by now you know money

don't concern me much.

You could've had the whole

thing just by asking.

Unless there's more

money to be had?

Maybe an inheritance?

Yeah, 'course there is.

So you didn't really want

to go to Mexico, did you?

And you weren't really

sold to him, either.

And there was no struggle.

- Oh, monty...

- Was there?

You murdered him in cold blood,

your own husband, for money.

And you were gonna kill me next.

Well, that ain't gonna happen.

Take a look around you.

This here is where I grew up.

You learn real fast how to

survive in a hellhole like this,

especially if you're colored.

Yeah, you're not

the only smart one.

See, I know all

of this about you,

but you know

very little about me.

Allow me to fill you in.

I left the orphanage

when I was eighteen,

but before I did,

I broke into the file room

and found out where

my birth mother was living.

Celia Weaver?

- My mother?

- Our mother!

Who's that?

That's Nora.

My... my daughter.

Where is she?

She moved to Crawfordville

just a few towns over.

Oh, dear.

Um, let me get that.

I'm gonna get something.

That whole time I thought

she just wasn't ready

to have a child,

but it wasn't that at all.

She just couldn't bear the shame

of having a n*gger for a child.

So a few years pass

and she has you.

And you got everything,

everything I should've had.

That's when I realized

I had to find you.

She told me where you were, too,

but I was looking for Nora

Weaver, not Nora Thompson.

So I got me a job that allowed

me to knock on every door

until I found the face that matched

the one I saw in the pictures.

Just imagine how I felt when I

finally found you, my little sister.

Don't worry,

I'm not gonna kill you.

Just gonna teach you a lesson

that'll stay with you

for the rest of your life.

Aah! No! No!

Oh, if mother

could only see us now!

You okay?

You should've told me

what kind of man he was.

I'm just as surprised

as you are.

Guess you want

your money now, huh?

Yeah.

You know, you really are

a good shot with that thing.

Had this gun eight years.

You know you hold it wrong.

Huh? No, I don't.

Let me see.

What the f***?

Hello, Nora.

Hi, big Jim.

These are for you.

Oh, thank you.

That's very kind of you.

Okay. Okay.

You know, I was working with

the detectives on your case.

I was a wreck.

So there were two kidnappers?

That's right.

You turned their gun

on them, huh?

Yes.

I don't really want to talk about

it right now, if you don't mind.

It was just so awful.

Hold on now.

I thought they were

taking you to Mexico.

What were you doing

in that Texas town?

They were lovers, Jim.

You know, they used to

take the car out into the woods

and stop there

so that they could...

Suck on each other's things.

They made me watch.

Sick queer bastards.

Told you it was awful.

Nora, I've been

thinking a lot...

About what we talked about.

What did we talk about?

You remember

that one time with Earl?

He was out to the store

and you said you really like me.

- Oh, yes.

- You said...

I don't know, you said maybe

we could run away together.

You remember

you said that, right?

I remember.

You said the only problem

was Earl.

Well, now that Earl's gone,

well, I guess I was

just wondering maybe...

I don't want to talk

about that right now.

You know, there's a lot

that's been going on,

and as you can tell,

I'm very emotional.

I don't think

that's appropriate at all.

Of course.

I'm sorry.

Goodness gracious, uh...

I should get going.

I sure am happy

to have you home.

I know.

Hello, ma'am.

So sorry to hear of your loss.

Thank you.

Would you please take a seat?

Can I get you anything?

Water?

No.

Okay.

You're still residing at the

one lake view road residence?

Yes.

Well, this is a little tricky.

What is?

Well, it says here that your

husband, Earl Thompson,

owned that house

with a Sally Thompson.

- Do you know who that is?

- That is his sister,

but he hasn't spoken

to her in years.

She's still a majority owner

of the property

as it was handed down by

Dwight Thompson,

who I'm assuming

was their father.

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