i don't like that, either, it's worse than waski. i want to be called fran.
oh, shut up, buddy.
no.
i think daddy suspects.
she's watching the car again?
i get so irritated with daddy. he's so dumb sometimes.
well, don't tell mother.
yeah.
okay.
i think she's gonna kiss him.
i can't see. what are they doing, what's happening?
i can't see, let me see.
ohhh-hh.  what's happening now?
let me see!
boy! wow!
wow! brrrother!
buddy, this is amazing, you wouldn't believe it.
he kissed her.
he had his hand on her titty.
buddy, that was my place.
buddy, that was pretty snotty of you, pushing me away like that just when it was interesting.
wasn't daddy wonderful? he wanted to kiss her some more and play with her, but he didn't, because he loves mother and all of us, and he loves rose, too. isn't he wonderful, isn't he great?
you know, buddy, sometimes you make me sick.
mother, buddy says rose got in his bed last night and he fiddled with her and she snorted and had a fit -- and he says i would too if i was grown-up. is it true, mother -- would i sweat and snort and froth at the mouth and have a horrible fit like he says?
no, mother, he's lying.
daddy, buddy was up late last night reading little dirty comic books. mother gave him a dose of castor oil and he cursed it, he took the lords name in vain, then claimed he hadn't said it. he lied, daddy.
i'm only trying to help him, mother.
buddy, i'm worried about rose.
she hasn't got any sense. in some ways, she's awful dumb.
then why does she act so dumb?
what is rose going to do? where can she go?
you better not snoop, daddy'll kill you!
what's happening?
buddy.  does rose really.  "do it" with all those boys and men?
well, if she's got any sense at all, she'll listen to that.
what's goin' on?
a baby.  and she isn't even married.
if it isn't a baby.  what is it?
why is it taking so long?
i don't know. i think he's cryin'!