08x19 - The Inspiration

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I know it's kind
of short notice,

but I was kind of wondering if maybe
you'd like to go to the dance with me.

I thought you were gonna
go with Joleen Eisley.

Yeah, so did I, but she
decided to go with someone else.

So I'm your second choice.

Miss Mamie,

are you in some kind of trouble?

Is there anything
I can do to help?

I haven't wanted to face it,

but I'm afraid I'm going blind.

- Miss Mamie, are you in there?
- I can't be interrupted, Mary Ellen.

Miss Mamie, you have an
appointment with the doctor.

I'm sorry, John, I
can't go and I won't go.

Not now and not ever.

Esther. We didn't
know you had returned.

- Yes.
- Can we come in?

How nice. Please do.

Said you wanted a nurse, so...

On Walton's Mountain,
we treasured our neighbors.

Everyone knew everyone else,

and we shared together in the joys
and the sorrows of the people around us.

We were all deeply
alarmed when we learned

that Miss Mamie Baldwin
ha d developed an affliction,

one that might forever
confine her within her home.

The Recipe is finished, and
not a moment too soon, I suspect.

I do believe this room is going
to be more than adequate, Sister.

We should be able to accommodate
a sizable number of guests.

Well, I do wish you'd stop
dancing long enough to tell me

what it is this room is
supposed to accommodate.

A lovely surprise, Sister.

While you were in the Recipe
Room, the teacher stopped by.

She was looking for a suitable
location for the Annual Spring Dance,

and I offered to let
them use our house.

Emily!

This room is intended
for dining, not for dancing.

I'm astonished that you
didn't consult with me.

Why, Sister, I thought having the
dance would make you very happy.

Imagine, having this house
overflowing with young people and music.

Emily, sometimes I think your
mind is beginning to wander.

Mamie, that was very
uncharitable of you.

Look what you made me
do. You made me spill it.

I'm sorry, Sister.
Please forgive me.

I don't seem to be able to do
anything lately without upsetting you.

That must be John. Let him in.

It's been a long time since
I've seen you smile, Sister.

- I thought you were your father.
- No, I'm still me.

Oh, I'm so glad.

Daddy couldn't make it today, he got
an emergency call from Camp Rockfish.

You'll have to be our
official taster then, won't you?

Sister, look who's here.

John, how good of you to come.

Why, Sister, it's Jason.

Oh, so it is.

- Hello, Miss Mamie.
- Jason.

- Please sit down.
- Thank you.

Tell us how the w*r is going.

Well, Miss Mamie, I hear we're
making some progress over in Italy.

Jason, if you're ever required to go
there yourself, you must see Florence.

It's truly the great
artistic center of the world.

Papa took us there
when we were very young.

The statue of David, by
Michelangelo, was a truly inspiring sight.

Sister.

- Jason.
- Thank you.

- A toast.
- To victory.

May it come quickly.

- And stay long.
- I'll drink to that.

Something seems amiss, Sister.

It does seem to lack a
certain je ne sais quoi.

- What did you do to it?
- I didn't do anything to it.

You made this run yourself.
Perhaps you read the recipe wrong.

I'll be in the garden.

Come on, eat up.

Is it serious, Son?

It's hard to tell, Daddy, but
she sure was acting strange.

Usually she's a little less
strange than Miss Emily.

Maybe she's been sampling
a little too much of the Recipe.

Please try some of those
crabapples, they're delicious.

I wonder where
this child could be.

Hi, everybody,
I'm sorry I'm late.

Serenading Steve
Prince again, Elizabeth?

I don't know what
you're talking about.

Well, everybody knows you want
him to ask you to the Spring Dance.

Elizabeth's got a boyfriend!
Elizabeth's got a boyfriend!

Jeffrey, now you
hush up, right now,

or you'll be washing dishes while I
listen to The Great Gilderlseeve tonight.

- Who are you taking, Jim-Bob?
- I've got my eye on a few prospects.

You could take
me out if you want.

There you go, Son. Sounds
like a good offer to me.

- Somebody pass the bread, please.
- It's right in front of you.

Here you go, Elizabeth.
I'll cut you a piece.

Hello, Elizabeth. That
child gets prettier every day.

- Hello, Elizabeth.
- Hi. Could you mail this for me?

I'll be happy to. Another
letter to John-Boy.

- I'll put the postage on it.
- Thank you.

Elizabeth, it's so sweet of
you to write John-Boy so often.

Corabeth, do you know
anything about boys?

Well, I'm hardly the one to ask.

All my experiences with men have
brought me nothing but heartache.

Mr. Godsey excepted, of course.

I'll tell you one thing about boys,
Elizabeth. They're afraid of girls.

I always thought it was
the other way around.

Oh, Elizabeth, you're too
pretty to be worrying about boys,

let them worry about you.

- Well, I guess I ought to be going.
- Bye, Elizabeth.

Corabeth, I think I'm going
to look at some dress material.

- Excuse me, Elizabeth.
- Hi, Steve.

Good morning, Mrs.
Godsey, Mr. Godsey.

Hi, fellows, what
can I do for you?

We need a reel of
10-pound test line.

Sounds to me like you're going
after that big catfish again, huh?

Yeah, that's right, but this
year we're going to catch it.

Yeah, you will if he's
still in Drucilla's Pond.

That fish has been there
as long as I can remember.

My daddy hooked him
last year, but he got away.

- Well, see you later, Mr. Godsey.
- Bye-bye.

Hey, boys,

aren't you forgetting something?
The 25 cents for the line.

- Oh!
- Excuse me.

- Goodbye, Mr. Godsey.
- Good luck on the catfish.

Bye-bye, Elizabeth.

Nice boys.

Elizabeth, you said you
wanted some dress fabric.

- I have just the thing for you.
- No, thank you, Corabeth.

Well, now, that
is very peculiar.

John?

Well, Miss Emily.

I haven't seen
you behind a wheel

since the afternoon you
drove into Drucilla's Pond.

Well, yes.

Sister's been insisting
that I do the driving lately.

How is Miss Mamie?

To be perfectly honest,
I'm not quite sure.

Oh!

Did you see that?

Oh!

I believe it is a
Red-eyed Vireo.

No, looks more like a
White-breasted Nuthatch to me.

You know, I saw a Robin yesterday.
Spring is coming in full force.

Miss Emily, is there
something wrong?

It's Sister. She refuses to
go bird-watching with me.

Jason did say she
looked troubled.

Oh, she's been
troubled for a month.

She gets headaches, she refuses
to go out, even for a short walk.

She can't pick up a tea-tray
or pour a cup of coffee.

And last night I listened at
her door and she was weeping.

- Have you asked her what the problem is?
- Oh, yes,

and her answer is
always the same.

She says she's fine, and she
wishes I would stop intruding on her.

I'm sorry to hear that.

Is there something I can do?

You've always been
such a good friend, John.

I thought perhaps if you
were to have a talk with Mamie,

she would confide in you
whatever it is that's troubling her.

Yes, I'd be glad to.

- Sister?
- Emily, where have you been?

- We have a visitor. John Walton.
- John!

- How nice of you to come.
- Miss Mamie.

- Sit down, please.
- Thank you.

I've been kind of worried about
you lately. I haven't seen you around.

Oh, I'm getting old.

And I do so enjoy a
quiet day by the fire.

Miss Emily tells me you haven't
been to church in over a month.

Oh, Sister.

I do so wish you wouldn't reveal
information of a personal nature,

even to good friends.

I'm sorry, Mamie.

Miss Mamie,

are you in some kind of trouble?

Is there anything
I can do to help?

No, John.

There's nothing
you can do to help.

I haven't wanted to face it,

but I'm afraid I'm going blind.

It was very kind of
you to bring us, John.

Any time you need help,
you just ask, Miss Emily.

Thank you.

If there's something
really wrong with Sister,

we might be needing the
services of a good nurse.

Perhaps Mary Ellen
could move in with us.

Well, if she can't, I'm sure
we can find somebody who will.

- You can come in now.
- Thank you.

Sister, are you all right?

I'm afraid Miss
Baldwin has cataracts.

Oh, my! What's cataracts?

It's a cloudiness in the eye

caused by the deterioration
of the protein in the lens.

It's like looking through
a very foggy window.

Once it advances to a certain
stage, blindness is almost complete.

The doctor says I need surgery.

It's a relatively simple
operation, and usually quite safe.

But I want you to know that whenever
we're dealing with the human eye,

any kind of surgery
is extremely delicate.

Emily, I'm terrified.

Our papa d*ed on the
operating table, don't you know.

This is not a
life-threatening operation.

The only risk is the possibility that
the surgery may not be successful.

At least you have a chance
of getting your sight back.

I'd like to schedule the
operation for Friday morning.

Doctor Canfield, my Sister
and I will have to discuss this.

I'll tell my nurse to go ahead and
schedule the operation on my calendar.

If you have any
problems, give me a call.

Thank you, Doctor.

I know it's frightening, but at
least it's worth taking the chance.

- Papa wouldn't agree.
- No, he certainly wouldn't.

Elizabeth, what on
earth are you doing?

Making plans.

"Plan 1. Show Steve
that I depend on him.

"A, by asking his help
on a homework problem,"

and "B, by convincing him to
carry my books home for me."

"If Part A of Plan 1 fails,
go directly to Plan 2."

Elizabeth, what is this, the
scientific approach to romance?

- Don't tell Jim-Bob.
- Oh, I wouldn't dream of it,

mainly because he'd start
making plans of his own.

"How to Get Rid of My Sisters.
Plan 1. Lead Erin into the forest."

Well, do you think
it's going to work?

I don't know. I always thought romance
was just supposed to spark or something.

Maybe for you. Let me
show you how it works.

All right.

Plan 1 shows Steve that
I depend on him, right?

By asking his help on homework
and having him carry my books for me.

- Right.
- Then if that doesn't work,

- go to Plan 2.
- Mmm-hmm.

And this shows Steve that I
can function in a man's world.

I do this by fishing
and playing baseball.

Okay. Mmm-hmm.

If that doesn't work, Plan 3.
Now, this is the direct approach.

- You're going to ask him to the dance?
- No, I just hint a lot.

What if he doesn't do anything?

- Well, then, I go to Plan 4.
- Which is?

I give up.

Well, Elizabeth, why don't
you tell me if this works,

because if it does, I could
use a chart or two of my own.

- Two?
- Why not?

You can't store all
your eggs in one basket.

How are you feeling, Sister?

I just wanted to look
at Papa's portrait.

I don't know how much longer
I'm going to be able to see it.

When I'm troubled,

I like to come here
and look at his face.

I always seem to feel so much
better for having communed with him.

Papa was always so strong.

He loved us. He
really loved us, Emily,

and he always seemed to
know what was best for us.

When he d*ed,

I thought my life had ended.

Without your strength,

I don't know how I could
have endured those trying days.

And I was strong only
because of you, Sister.

If you hadn't been there, I shudder to
think what would have happened to me.

We stood together then,
and we'll stand together now.

Yes, we must.

In spite of what John and Dr. Canfield
and all the others have to say about it.

- And we will.
- Yes.

Don't you think you should
go to bed now, Sister?

In a moment.

Hi.

- Oh, Steve, hurry up.
- I'm hurrying.

- Hi, Steve.
- Oh, hi.

Do you understand all the
stuff about quadratic equations?

Yeah. It's not that hard.

I didn't do very well
on my homework.

I was wondering if you
could give me a hand.

Drew and I were going to go
fishing this afternoon, right?

You know I'm going
over to Joleen's house

to see if she wants to
go to the dance with me.

Oh, yeah, I guess it was tomorrow
we were going to go fishing.

No, it wasn't till Friday.

Oh, I just remembered,

we're having Reverend
Bradshaw over for dinner tonight.

Well, how about in the morning?

Why don't you ask the
teacher for some help?

Sure.

- See you later, Elizabeth.
- Bye-bye, Drew.

I thought you got all
A's on that homework.

Mind your business, Serena.

Hello!

I hope they're ready. We have to have
Miss Mamie checked in, in half an hour.

Miss Emily!

- Hello, John, Mary Ellen.
- Miss Emily.

Is Miss Mamie ready?

Well, not exactly.

She's supposed to be at the
hospital today for the operation.

Mary Ellen, I'm afraid
she's changed her mind.

- May we come in?
- Yes, of course.

Sister is busy preparing a
new supply of the Recipe.

She can't possibly
be disturbed right now.

She doesn't have any choice.
The Recipe's going to have to wait.

Very well, John.

How odd. It
appears to be locked.

- Miss Mamie, are you in there?
- I can't be interrupted, Mary Ellen.

It's the Recipe, don't you know.

Miss Mamie, you have an
appointment with the doctor.

I'm sorry, John.

I can't go and I won't go.

Not now and not ever.

Yes, yes, I understand.

Yes, Doctor. I'm sorry
this happened, too.

I'll tell her.

Thank you.

He's not very happy about it,

said we'll have to make
arrangements to set it up later.

No, I'm sure Sister
won't agree to that.

The Recipe is finished.

Consumed in quantities, it
has the most exhilarating effect.

Oh, it has the most
amazing medicinal powers.

Miss Mamie, you had an appointment
with Dr. Canfield this morning.

He was waiting at
the hospital for you.

I'm sorry. I hope he
was not imposed upon.

Miss Mamie, you have
a serious eye problem.

Dr. Canfield is
qualified to treat it.

I think you should make
another appointment.

But I have no further
need of medical treatment.

Sister's doing just fine now.

How many fingers?

I have no time for
games, Mary Ellen.

Neither do we. What's
going on around here?

Why are you fighting
this operation?

Well, aside from the fact
that I am very much better,

Sister and I have
an oath to uphold.

Papa made us promise
to take care of one another.

And, so, Sister and I vowed that
we would never allow ourselves

to submit to
surgery of any kind.

How could we possibly
keep our promise to Papa

if we risked our lives
on the operating table?

People don't die
from cataract surgery.

- That's what they told Papa.
- He had a lesion removed.

A simple operation,
so they said.

And four hours
later he was dead.

So, I will not break my oath.

Not even if it costs
you your eyesight?

Not even if it costs me my life.

Do you have any idea how
many blind people there are

who would give anything

if their eyes could be operated
on and their sight restored?

You know, Mamie's
a lot like Pa was.

No matter how bad he was hurt, the
last thing he wanted to see was a doctor.

According to him, doctors made
the cure worse than the fever.

Miss Emily's only
making things worse.

She believes everything Miss Mamie
does about doctors and operations,

and she'll do whatever she can to
make sure they don't break their oath.

Miss Emily said something
about needing a full-time nurse

when we were in
the doctor's office.

It's going to take somebody living with
them to make them to change their minds.

Between my nursing
rounds and John Curtis,

I don't have nearly
enough time for them.

I've got somebody in mind.

She's not a nurse.

She'd probably do more
good than anybody we know.

I don't see why we just didn't
go fishing at Hardware Creek.

Because I have
woman's intuition.

I just happen to know that the
fish are going to be biting here.

What happens when a big one comes close,
does your heart start to b*at faster?

Trust me, I know we're
going to catch a fish.

It's too shallow here.

Hey, Jim-Bob!

Hi, Steve. You knew he
was coming, didn't you?

Not another word!

- You still after that catfish?
- Sure am.

- Who's that with you?
- Elizabeth.

You mean, she's fishing, too?

You're gonna need better bait
than this if you want to catch Steve.

Why don't you talk louder, so
the whole world can hear you?

I sure like fishing,
unlike most girls.

I do, too.

Sure we shouldn't talk
louder? Maybe he didn't hear us.

I think I'm going to
fish somewhere else.

- I think I caught something.
- Hang on, Elizabeth.

- I think I've...
- Hang on, Elizabeth.

- I think I've got a submarine!
- I'll get the net.

Oh, that's a big fish.

That's my catfish!

I've been after that fish for
three years, and who gets it?

A dumb girl!

Wait till Daddy sees this!

Elizabeth, what are you doing?

Come on, this fish is more
important than that dance.

Daddy's back!

Come on, they're here!

- Hello.
- Hello, Grandma.

- Welcome home.
- Nice to have you back, Grandma.

Grown, isn't he?

Oh, my!

We joined up, Grandma.

Welcome home, Grandma.

I have someone I
want you to meet.

Grandma, this is your first
great-granddaughter, Virginia.

Oh, my. Baby.

Ma, I want you to meet Rose.

Esther. Do you mind
if I call you Esther?

These are my grandchildren.
This is Serena and Jeffrey.

You know, we held supper for you
two, I hope you're both starving to death.

We're going to have
your blueberry pie, Esther.

I was finally able to
track down a recipe for it.

You know, you'd be a wealthy
woman if you'd been willing to give up

- a few of your secrets.
- Ma, let's eat.

May I come in, Ma?

Feels kind of strange, doesn't it?
Having a house full of new people.

No.

I felt the same way when
Liv first brought them here.

Took some time, but
I've changed my mind.

Ma, we needed them.
Especially with you and Liv gone.

Besides, Rose and the
kids had nowhere else to go.

Ma, I love you.

This is your home. It'll
always be here for you.

You know, I wish we had a couple more
days together before I had to take you

- over to the Baldwins.
- Yeah.

- Hi, Jim-Bob.
- Steve.

- Are you coming in, Elizabeth?
- No, I'm gonna wait out here.

Good luck.

- Steve?
- Hi, Elizabeth.

Been fishing lately?

You caught the only fish worth
catching in the whole county.

I didn't mean to. It was
an accident. I threw it back.

You shouldn't have done that.
You should have had it mounted.

- Steve.
- What, Elizabeth?

I finally figured out
quadratic equations.

That's good.

- Have you heard about the dance?
- Of course I've heard about the dance.

- Do you like to dance?
- Depends on who I'm dancing with.

Now, listen, I'm waiting
for somebody, Elizabeth.

- Are you going?
- Where?

- To the dance.
- Yeah.

There you are. I thought I was
gonna have to come in and get you.

- Hi, Elizabeth.
- Hi, Norma.

- Ready?
- Mmm-hmm.

- That's too bad, Elizabeth.
- Men are such jerks!

- Elizabeth, don't you want a ride home?
- I'd rather be alone.

Coming.

Esther. We didn't
know you had returned.

- Yes.
- Can we come in?

How nice. Please do.

Said you wanted a nurse, so...

- Oh, that was before.
- Who is it, Emily?

- Hello, Miss Mamie.
- Oh, John. How nice of you to drop by.

I brought you a visitor all the
way from Buckingham County.

- Esther?
- Yes, it's me.

Maybe we should take
Esther's things to the guest room.

Daydreaming?

You could call it that.

You have a friend downstairs
waiting for you, a guy named Drew.

I really don't feel
like seeing him.

Would you go downstairs if
his name was Steve Prince?

Well, I don't have to worry about
it, because it's not going to happen.

You see, as soon as I start to
like a guy, he pretends I don't exist.

Elizabeth, we've all been through
that. Jason, Mary Ellen, Erin and myself.

Why don't I just stop falling in love,
then? I don't want to feel like this again.

Nobody does,

but it's a risk you've got to take if
you want to get close to another person.

I wish I could wake up tomorrow morning
and be your age and happily married.

To your surprise, you
will be, soon enough.

But, right now, Drew is
downstairs hoping to talk to you.

And there's nothing like a good
friend to mend a broken heart.

Take it from someone who knows.

Now, come on.

- Hi, Elizabeth.
- Hi, Drew.

Um...

Elizabeth, I was wondering...

I know it's kind
of short notice,

but I was kind of wondering if maybe
you'd like to go to the dance with me.

I thought you were gonna
go with Joleen Eisley.

Yeah, so did I, but she
decided to go with someone else.

So I'm your second choice.

Well, I'm your second
choice, too, you know. I mean...

You wanted to go to
the dance with Steve,

but I figure you and me, we
can have just as much fun,

even if we're not with the person
we wanted to be with in the first place.

Well, it's better
than staying home.

Well, we've always been friends.

Look, you want to go, or not?

Sure.

Great. Then I'll see
you tonight, huh?

Great. Hey, thanks a lot. I'll
see you later. Bye-bye, Elizabeth.

Bye-bye.

It's good of you to be
so concerned, Esther,

but Sister and I are getting along
quite well on our own, as you can see.

Just as we always have
since Papa departed.

But I am glad that you're
going to stay for a few days,

more for Sister's
sake than my own.

Esther's here for your
sake, Sister, not mine.

I hope you're not going to
try to talk me into surgery,

because I will not have some
charlatan put a Kn*fe to my eyes.

We are very much against charlatans
and their knives, don't you know.

- Other people have handicaps, Esther.
- So why can't Sister?

No hope.

Hope. Hope.

Where is Corabeth?

She should be here right now
to help with the preparations.

Oh, my. Isn't it
romantic? My, oh, my.

Just like the grand
balls Papa used to host.

Yes, it is grand, Sister, but
it's been an exhausting day,

and I really haven't the energy left
to carry out my duties as a chaperone.

Surely, Sister, you're not too tired
to enjoy the dancing and music.

Yes, I'm afraid so,
Sister. I'm afraid so.

Grandma.

- I want you to meet Drew.
- Hello, Mrs. Walton. Nice to meet you.

- Are you having fun?
- Oh, yes.

I'll see you later.

Good day.

Elizabeth.

I seem to be spending all my evening
telling you two to dance further apart.

Now, you're dancing
entirely too close for comfort.

- I'm very comfortable, Corabeth.
- Yeah, me, too.

Steve!

I'm sorry. I guess I just
wasn't meant to be a dancer.

- You sure weren't.
- Norma!

- You want to sit this one out?
- All right.

Let's go outside.

Esther. Did you see that?

Elizabeth and Drew went
out on the patio alone together.

Whatever for? There's
not a soul out there.

That's my point.

Well...

I shall just sit here and count
the seconds until they return.

It's kind of nice to get some
fresh air, don't you think?

Do you think we should
be out here alone?

Sure, why not?

Well, how about because
my grandmother's inside,

and Corabeth is
watching us like a hawk?

I think they're afraid we're
gonna fall in love or something.

- Would that be so awful?
- I don't think so.

Hey, you like those fast dances?

Well, not as much
the slower ones.

- Do you want to dance?
- All right.

- I think I shall retire.
- Oh, Sister, the party has just begun.

For me it has ended. Good night,
Esther. Say good night to Corabeth.

I shall take you to your room.

No, no, I'm all right.

You're a lot easier to talk to than
Joleen, and you're a good dancer.

Thank you. You're
a good dancer, too.

Yeah, I couldn't believe how upset
Norma was at the way Steve was dancing.

Steve who?

- Well, here we are.
- Home.

Yeah?

Do you want to go to a
movie tomorrow night?

Yeah, I'd love to. What time?

- 6:30?
- All right.

Well,

- I suppose I better be getting inside.
- Do want me to get the door for you?

Well, you don't have to. I
mean, I can do it myself.

I've been opening
doors for a long time.

- Bye-bye, Elizabeth.
- Bye-bye.

- Do you like this one?
- Yeah. Oh, yes.

- Eyes. Eyes.
- It's a scarf.

- Eyes.
- Eyes.

- You want me to put this around my eyes?
- Yes.

What fun! Blind Man's Bluff.

It's always been my
favorite sport, don't you know.

There. There I am, all tied up.

Oh! Oh!

Now, Esther, not too fast. I
tend to get dizzy, don't you know.

Esther, I'm frightened.

Esther. Help me. Help me.

Esther, you want...

Sister.

Oh! It's Sister.

Sister, are you hurt?

I was dusting. I didn't see it.

John Quincy Adams gave
this to Papa's grandfather.

Poor Sister.

Sister.

I'm getting old, Sister. Too
old to even do my own dusting.

No, you're not.

I wonder what will go
once my eyesight fails.

My hearing perhaps?

I'll always be here to
take care of you, Sister.

No, no, no.

But Esther, surely she
can't look after herself.

It's true, Sister. I shall
be a burden to you.

See.

I love the color of these roses.

It saddens me to think

that I may not be able
to see them much longer.

But you've learned to live
with your handicap, Esther,

I shall just have to
learn to live with mine.

- A Whippoorwill, Sister.
- Where? Can you see it?

I believe it's the
other side of the wall.

- Where everything shall be soon.
- Try. Try.

But all my life I've so
depended upon my sight.

- Now, to have it taken from me, I...
- Don't give up.

Papa's been dead for
over 20 years, Sister.

Perhaps it's time we did try.

Would you want me
to break our oath?

Papa made us promise
to take care of one another.

I wouldn't be keeping that promise
if I stood by and let you go blind

when there's help right at hand.

But we vowed never to undergo
surgery, because that's the way Papa d*ed.

If Papa had d*ed
while planting roses,

would we have vowed never
to plant another rose bush?

If Papa had been struck
down while looking at the stars,

would we have pledged never
again to look at the heavens?

Well, I suppose we did say a great many
things then that we didn't really mean.

Papa shouldn't
have d*ed that day.

But then, perhaps I
shouldn't be blind, either.

Oh, Sister.

Thank you.

A fter Miss Mamie
consented to the operation,

m y grandmother returned to Buckingham
County to take care of her sister Angie.

When Miss Mamie's
eyesight was restored,

she later said that she ha d
stood at her father's portrait

and ha d seen a look of approval
that she ha d never known to be there.

Elizabeth, when you say good
night, does Drew kiss you? Elizabeth?

- No, Jim-Bob.
- Oh, come on.

Drew kisses me before
he says good night.

Does he close his eyes
when he kisses you?

I don't know. - Why not?

Because I close mine.

- Elizabeth?
- What?

Good night, Elizabeth.