The Straight Story Page #4

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Caught my attention|because...he lives in my parish.

-Well, he's a Baptist.|-Oh, I believe he told me that.

Told me a few things,|matter of fact, but...

he didn't|mention having a brother.

Well, neither one of us has had|a brother for quite some time.

So, you saw him?|Is he all right?

I only saw him that once and|I haven't heard anything more.

Well, Lyle and I grew up|as close as brothers could be.

We were raised on a farm|in Moorhead, Minnesota.

We worked hard.

My mom and dad darn near killed themselves|tryin' to make that farm work.

And me and Lyle would|make games out of our chores.

We'd dream up somethin'|about racin' and wagerin'

do anything to keep our mind off the cold.|Lord, it was cold.

He and I used|to sleep out in the yard

every summer night,|if it wasn't pourin'.

Nine months of winter,|we couldn't get enough summer.

We'd bunk down|when the sun went down.

We'd talk to each other|until we went to sleep.

We'd talk about the stars...

...and whether there might be|somebody else like us out in space,...

...places we wanted to go and...

it made our trials seem smaller.

Yeah, we pretty much talked|each other through growin' up.

Oh, whatever happened|between you two?

Story as old as the Bible.|Cain and Abel.

Anger, vanity.

You mix that together|with liquor, and...

you've got two brothers who|haven't spoken in ten years.

Well, whatever it was|that made me and Lyle so mad...

don't matter any more.

I wanna make peace.|I wanna sit with him,

look up at the stars... like we used to do

so long ago.

I say ''Amen'' to that.

Howdy.

I haven't had a drink in a lot of years.|Now I'm gonna have me a cold beer.

What flavour?

What does|a Miller's Lite taste like?

There you go.

-How's it taste?|- It's good.

-Keep the change.|- Thank you.

It's an interesting rig you got|outside. Get up the hill OK?

That hill and 200 more|just like it.

- How far did ya come?|- From Iowa.

I'm headed|for Lyle Straight's place.

Iowa! My God,|you must be thirsty.

- Another beer?|- This will do me fine.

I wonder could you point me to Lyle's place?| I haven't seen him in an awful long time.

Well, you just...ah,|cross 61 here, on ''W'',

Take ''W'' on down to Weed Road|and then on to Remington Road.

On your right|will be Lyle's place.

If he's there that is.

-How you doin'...?|-Not too good.

This thing's just tired.

Is there anything|I can do to help you?

-Well, I don't know. It just quit on me.|-Why don't you try her again?

I'm headin' to Lyle Straight's place.

Lyle!

Lyle!

Alvin?

Sit down, Alvin.

Did you ride that thing all|the way out here to see me?

I did, Lyle.

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