Younger Teensy Whitman:
[referring to Jack going to war]
He made swear not to till he told you.
Younger Vivi:
Well you should've warned me. What did Genevieve say?
Younger Teensy Whitman:
Oh, she cried and begged him to change his mind and Daddy called her unpatriotic. He gave a speech and made a toast. Mama swore she'd never drink to a son going to war.
[sighs]
Younger Teensy Whitman:
So now Daddy's in the doghouse.
Younger Vivi:
Amen.
Younger Caro:
Ugh. There's not a single goddamn breeze in Lousiana.
Younger Necie Kelleher:
Someone please wring me out?
Younger Vivi:
We cannot just sit here and puddle. We have to make our own goddamn breeze.
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05/03/2025 alle ore 07:25