Take Me to the River Page #5

You're a good kid.

And you're honest.

Your mom raised you right.

And I trust you'd

never do anything...

but be a good father figure

to Molly.

I don't wanna go on

about it, but...

I hope we can let this rest now.

Ryder.

Yeah, we can.

Okay. Good, good.

So...

we're all a family

and we're gonna...

We're gonna go on being a

family no matter what.

Wouldn't have it any other way.

All right.

Well. Good, then.

Hey, did you show Ryder your chicken

fighting down at the river today?

Yeah?

Did he know how to play?

He didn't?

Didn't your mother teach

you that one, Ryder?

She used to love that game

when we were little.

She was always asking me to go

down to the river with her...

to go chicken fighting.

Cindy?

What is this...

What is chicken fighting?

How about you, Ryder?

You like chicken fighting too?

Did I just miss something here?

Your grandma always thought

that game was my idea.

But it was really yours,

wasn't it, Cindy?

Supper's probably

waiting on us, Molly.

Give him back his glasses.

What was that all about?

Mom?

Mom, look at me.

I'm sorry.

- It's my fault.

- It's my fault.

I was just so...

I was so young.

I didn't know what I was doing.

I didn't know what I was doing.

We can go home tomorrow.

And we don't ever

have to talk about this...

or think about it again.

Okay, honey?

You did nothing wrong.

You keeping an eye

on the clock, buddy?

Yeah.

Hey, I'm gonna make,

one more pass through.

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