Joan gives a one-shouldered shrug. Sure, whatever. She'll take it, because her father was an idiot, and it's part of why she killed him. They drive, and he murmurs to himself, and she knows he doesn't exactly want an answer. They argue and bitch sometimes, but she knows what it sounds like.
His words, more than anything, sound like sorrow. She can't help that, and she doesn't want to deal with it. God's got ways, but so does the Devil. She doesn't want to say it, because she knows he'll whirl on her, call her some stupid church bitch. She's not, she knows what God's like, but she's not going to argue it with him of all people. IF anything, they ought to agree.
She eventually stops the car near a tree, and if you look closely among the branches and ivy, you can see someone's nailed a plank to it. It's a signal from the past to the future. She knew she'd need to leave eventually. She opens the car door, and looks straight at Merle.
"I get the stuff, you shoot anything comes near. You leave, you ain't get none of it, or any of the others. Just a car with a half tank of gas that needs work done on it you can't do."
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His words, more than anything, sound like sorrow. She can't help that, and she doesn't want to deal with it. God's got ways, but so does the Devil. She doesn't want to say it, because she knows he'll whirl on her, call her some stupid church bitch. She's not, she knows what God's like, but she's not going to argue it with him of all people. IF anything, they ought to agree.
She eventually stops the car near a tree, and if you look closely among the branches and ivy, you can see someone's nailed a plank to it. It's a signal from the past to the future. She knew she'd need to leave eventually. She opens the car door, and looks straight at Merle.
"I get the stuff, you shoot anything comes near. You leave, you ain't get none of it, or any of the others. Just a car with a half tank of gas that needs work done on it you can't do."
Just making that clear.