Good morning, Drago.
Morning, Becky.
You seen Daddy?
Took off early this morning with
a scatter gun over his arm.

Went hunting.
Morning, Daddy.
Good afternoon.
What gets you out so early?
lt's something l have
to get straight in my mind.

G. W: Yeah?
Why did you and Mama
stop living together, Daddy?

Why did you separate?
Aren't you going to answer me?
G. W: Nope.
lt's sort of my business,
l think.

l don't.
ls it another woman?
Usually is.

At your age,
you always know what's usual.

ls it Mrs. Warren?
Becky, l don't want
to start laying the law down...

your first day back home,
but l'll have no more such talk.
The first time l ever saw
Mrs. Warren was last week.

She has a job here
at which she's very good,

and l hope you'll have
the good manners...

to not pry into
other people's business...

Your mother's and mine.
Pretty good shot, Daddy.
Oh, l can understand
your trouble.

Mama's often so, well,
so petulant.

You learned a lot of words
back east, Becky.

l wished to God they would have
taught you some meanings.

You were only
about six months old...

when your mother stayed
alone with you in a sod hut...