Thursday, November 6, 2008

Discussion on Book II

1. Complete sheet in groups
2. Write a one page script on back
“Before my mother could say anything, my father waved his hand in disgust. ‘I’ll move him over to the jail first thing in the morning,” said my father…`He’s as guilty as sin, Gail. He told me as much…Goddamn it! What could I have been thinking of? Maybe a jury will cut him loose. I won’t. I won’t…Did you hear me? This is the way it’s got to be. I’m sorry…You don’t think I wish it could be some other way?’ my father asked belligerently. ‘He’s my brother—we grew up together, sucked the same tit!…I don’t care. I tell you, if you could hear him talk. As if he had no more concern for what he did than if…if he had kicked a dog. No. He’d show more remorse over a dog.’ ‘Marie?’ My father nodded grimly. ‘Don’t ask how.’ She pressed her hand over her mouth, to hold back a curse or because she was gagging on what my father told her. Or on what he wouldn’t tell her and what her imagination filled in. ‘Do you see?…I can’t let him loose. Not and live with myself.’” (149-150)
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