Elly May Duke

Martha: *takes him to his room* Now lay down and try to go back to sleep.

Elly: Really a lot of people remind me of that. . .like Kenny and Alan and Eric

Elly: Yeah. . .he reminds me somehow of just how unjust all those people in the city are.

Martha: Want me to stay with you in your room?

Martha: I know. . .did you have a bad dream?

(I don't know. . .the way Uncle Jesse talks about her she must have been an angel) Martha: tell me what's wrong.

About three in the morning Cooter comes in their room crying

Elly: Really specially this song

Soon they are done and are laying in their room listening to Keith Urban

Soon they are asleep (nother one yer way)

Elly: *nods* Kay. . .guess me and Carrie'll get packed tonight.

Jesse: I guess the best thing to do is just go to sleep right now. (Nother email your way)

Enos: What?

Elly: Daisy?

Jesse: That's what I thought. . .I was thinking I'd wait a while and then take him to the grave. . .I guess he lost faith in Misty now. . .*sigh*

Enos: All right *rushes out to the truck eventhough he is in his pjs

Jesse: Well when you girls leaving for Atlanta?

Lily: Why won't y'all ever tell me anything?

Jesse: Good. . .I suppose he'll be . . .I don't know if we should take him to the funeral or not.

Ms. Strate: What are you doing here so late?

Martha: *smiles* Jesse: Well . . .how'd it go (sent ya another email)

Luke goes up to the porch and knocks and soon Ms. Strate answers the door.

Martha heads for hers and Jesse's room

Lily: What's happening with my brother doc?

Jesse: Y'all don't fight all right?