The Unseen Page #3

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Ain't no harm done,

just having a little amusement.

I know I'm amused.

You all are mean, just plain mean.

It's funny.

What's it matter what the food's called?

If he didn't like it, I guarantee you

Sammy would not eat it.

Harold's got a point.

- Stop it! Stop it!

- It's funny.

- Stop it!

- I'm sorry.

He thinks venison is hot lemon!

Well ain't it?

I think people treat their dogs better. I swear!

Now are you going to leave just like that?

I'm sorry baby. I'm sorry.

Don't "baby" me!

Come on now.

What about your newspaper?

Let Sammy come out!

He's a human being he deserves to come outside!

Sammy ain't coming out.

It's for his own good.

He's not a child.

There ain't nothing wrong with him

except for the fact that he can't see.

You got people around here thinking he's crazy!

Treating him like a freak!

Acting like he's Charlie Manson or something.

It ain't fair.

And what about your mama?

He talks about seeing her

all the time and you don't take him to see her!

What is wrong with you Harold!

You forget about my mama! Alright!

She ain't none of your damn business.

Yeah? Well, then you ain't none of

my damn business then.

Kathleen!

What do you want me to do?

Why don't you just take him...

Take him to some blind schools.

They got schools for people that are blind.

You can get him some help...

I don't see why you don't?

There's that one blind school down up in Griffin...

Earl! Would you please shut it!

Okay.

Listen to me baby,

I ain't got the money

to get him no special schooling.

Why don't you take all your money out of the bank

and help Helen Keller in there.

You don't know what it's like.

You've got no idea.

I think you're wrong.

Fine!

Thank you!

Sir,

I know this ain't none of my business, but

why are you and Harold at odds?

You know Haralson has more rumors

than blades of grass

and people talk

and they say you and Harold...

well, they say all kinds of crazy things.

Gossip is the sour fruit of boredom.

Yes sir.

Veronica please don't call me sir.

I'm sorry si...

I mean Roy.

I really don't mean to pry.

It's just I like you.

And I don't like to hear people say

mean things about nice people.

Thank you.

Shall we?

I don't know why you indulge him.

You're the one sleeping with him, not me.

Do you think that's nice?

I don't know. I know I ain't doing it.

So you'll stop?

I ain't never done it in the first place.

What are you talking about?

You do it every day.

What are you talking about woman?

I ain't never slept with Harold and

I never going to and I ain't never did.

You're acting completely insane!

I'm not talking about the sleeping

arrangements between you and Harold or mine.

I'm simply saying that I don't agree

with the way you egg

Harold on with regards to Sammy.

Oh, well why didn't you say so in the first place?!

Do you like Sammy?

Course I do.

Don't you think it's hurtful that

Harold don't take Sammy to see his mama?

Yeah, I guess.

I mean, after all, if there's

anyone who should understand

what it's like to miss their mama...

Well I just ain't had the best viscosity lately...

- Huh?

- Flow-ability.

Sometimes when motor oil gets too thin

it don't work too good at high temperatures.

Sometimes when Harold gets hot

I don't work to good.

You love him?

I do.

Why?

I don't know.

Sometimes I guess, I wonder...

I mean you're so pretty and smart.

You can do anything!

What happened to going down up to

Peachtree City with your sister?

She said she can get you a teaching job up there...

You're so good with numbers and all.

Thank you Earl...

You're like a female calculator.

What about you, what would you do?

Easy. I'd go down up and get me a

job at Valvoline or Penzoil,

one of them big oil companies.

I'd be studying up on polymeres,

dexron, techron and all that stuff.

Or maybe I'd start oil

at one of them auto part stores.

Work my way up the lubricant food chain so to say.

I think you would do very well.

You might be right.

I'm hungry. Hot lemon?

Come give me a ride on the board here.

I'll race you to the railroad tracks.

Samuel!

Hey you all.

Don't forget to bring me back some potato chips.

I left your labels and your envelopes

and your mailers stacked

up on the table in there.

I left you some snacks up in the cabinet.

Bye Kathleen.

Bye Earl.

Bye Sammy.

Brush your teeth.

Bye Harold.

Hi Roy, you want some coffee?

No thank you.

Not much has changed around here in twenty years.

Not even you.

You've been talking to Lucille.

I don't have to talk to anybody.

You've got to learn there's some

things you cannot change.

The only thing that you can change is you.

You need a haircut.

Is that so?

Listen, she's expecting you over there right now.

You certainly are sure of yourself.

I can't believe I let you talk me into this.

Don't let 'em take too much off of the edges.

I heard your dad taught you how to use a gun...

- Yeah.

- That's cool.

What are you doing?

Get off my friend.

- Hey Roy, you okay?

- Yeah.

Hey Sammy, wait a minute.

What are you doing?

- Roy?

- Yeah, let me help you back in.

Hold on.

No! No, I'm coming out.

I'm coming out!

- Am I far from the ground?

- No.

- Roy, you there?

- Yes.

Oh, it's nice out. I like it out here.

I'm going to go for a walk.

Oh it's nice.

It's beautiful!

Sammy, we need to get you back inside...

We need to get you back inside.

What happens if Harold comes back

and sees that you've been out.

Well he ain't coming back for a couple of days.

Sure it's bright. Blazes it's bright on my eyes.

Hold on.

Put your hands down.

- How's that?

- What's that?

- Those are sunglasses.

- They strange.

Well, they help you out that's all.

Alright.

Harold, Kathleen and them got sunglasses?

Yes, they've got sunglasses.

Sammy where are you going?

Four cases?

That's a job well done my dear.

Thank you.

Where do I mark it?

- What do I write down?

- Well I don't know.

Seems like our calculator's broken this morning!

- What's it, like, fifty bucks?

- It's four cases.

Four?

Twenty four bottles in a case.

- Twenty four?

- Same price! Thirty five cents a bottle.

You know, multiplication

is just fast adding Earl...

Thirty three sixty.

Oh! Thirty three sixty!

Alright. Thirty three sixty!

I got it right there.

Man, my pen ain't working...

How did your daddy die?

Lung cancer. Smoked like a forest fire.

Here comes the street.

I'm sorry about that.

- You got a dog?

- No.

See if you would have had a

Labrador or an Alsatian,

you would have known about your daddy's cancer.

They can sniff it out.

Is that right?

I wonder when Roy's daddy

kicked the bucket?

I wonder if he had one

of them open casket funerals.

Cause that would be cool like

if he was in a car wreck or something cause

then at the open casket they

would have has blood and guts hanging out...

intestines spilling out all over the place.

That would be cool.

Well? When did he die?

I don't know.

And I don't care.

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