he wake ya'll up? now i told ya not to do that. butch and phillip, breathing hard, can't help but laugh.
i'm lottie. mack's wife. this here's my grandbaby, cleveland.
you wanna plate?
where's the boy's mother?
mr. andrews give 'em to us when he got hisself a newfangled one. butch finds a particular favorite.
that's an oldie all right. mrs. andrews' maiden name was bougeois -- half-creole herself she is, but mr. andrews he don't like nobody to know. 'suppose that's why he give 'em to us.
lawd goodness no.
mr. poe, you sure can move.
yer' foolin' me?
well go on!
what's texarkana like? i ain't never been there.
whass' wrong, mack? you look like you seen a ghost. cleve runs up to butch, turns around backwards and puts his hands between his legs.
please, mistah'. i gotta' sense about you. i know you a good man.
please, mistah', ain't no use in it.
our father, which are in heaven, hallo be thy name.
 thy kingdom come, lawd, thy will be done.  here on earth as it is in heaven.
say it wif' me.  butch looks to phillip in a strange way, sets the gun on the floor between them, and crawls amongst the candy, gum and wrappers until he finds the electrician's tape. phillip watches, not knowing what to do. the revolver -- cocked, resting on the floor.