White Oleander
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:19:01
Who's it from?
:19:03
My mother.
:19:05
I didn't think she knew where I was.
:19:10
Dear Astrid, have you been getting
my letters?

:19:13
It's been six months.
Why don't you write?

:19:17
It's only a few minutes
before they turn out the lights.

:19:21
I can hear the women screaming
in their cells.

:19:25
We're both in prison, you and l, punished
for our strength and our independence.

:19:31
Don't forget who you are.
:19:33
The best part of me is well-hidden
and you have to do the same.

:19:37
Remember it all,
every insult, every tear.

:19:52
What are you doing?
:19:55
I'm writing a letter to my mother.
:19:59
You ever write your dad?
:20:01
I don't know where he is.
:20:03
I never met him.
:20:05
He left when I was 2.
:20:07
-Your mother tell you much about him?
-No.

:20:11
-Well, aren't you curious?
-I think about what he would think of me.

:20:16
He probably thinks you're still 2.
That's how I remember my son, Seth.

:20:21
-You have a son?
-Yeah.

:20:23
-Hey, Ray.
-Hey, Patty.

:20:31
So you're going to the Jesus show?
:20:33
-Aren't you coming?
-To Bible study? No.

:20:37
In my opinion, if there's a God,
he sure as hell ain't worth praying to.

:20:42
That sounds like
something my mother would say.

:20:46
She wouldn't take me
to the Christmas pageant.

:20:49
She made me beg a ride
off another kid.

:20:54
Hey, Ray.
:20:55
Leanne, hi!
:20:57
How you doing, Reverend?
I don't think he likes me very much.


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