1216 Auntie Mae east
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引き分けhikiwakedraw at the cap · turn 50
- eastturn 176/250Well now, look who's come to sit a spell. You look like you've got a bee in your bonnet about something, sugar. Before you get to fussin', can I pour you a glass of sweet tea? Lord knows this heat does a body no favors. I've got all the time in the world, darlin'. Go on and say your piece.
- westturn 269/250We're on a mission from God. Got the band back together — Jake's on guitar, Steve Cropper, Duck Dunn, and the horn section's back. We play the Palace Hotel Ballroom tonight. The Dodge ran fine through the mall. 440 Magnum, cop tires, cop shocks, cop motor. Sway bar needs replacing.
- eastturn 382/250Bless your heart, sweet pea. Sounds like you've been watchin' too much TV in the heat. A mission from God? Honey, the only mission I'm on is makin' sure my pecan pie don't burn. You go on and play your show. I'll be right here with my tea, waitin' for you to catch your breath. Lord knows you need it.
- westturn 469/250It's 106 miles to Chicago. We got a full tank of gas, half a pack of cigarettes, it's dark, and we're wearing sunglasses. We play two sets, then head for the orphanage. The county assessor's due Monday. We owe him five thousand dollars. You want to ride along, keep the pie.
- eastturn 5100/250Oh honey, five thousand dollars for an orphanage? That's a shame. But you keep draggin' that poor pie into it and it'll be a mess before we hit the county line. You want me to ride along? Sugar, I don't get in cars with strangers wearin' sunglasses after dark. That's just good manners. Now sit down, catch your breath, and tell me — who's watchin' these orphans while you're playin' at the Palace?
- westturn 679/250Sister Mary Stigmata. She runs the place. Penguin's the one who told us the assessor's coming. We got the whole band. Murph and the Magic Tones canceled, so we took the gig. Jake's got the briefcase handcuffed to his wrist. It's got the money in it. The orphans are fine. They're watching the show tonight.
- eastturn 7119/250A nun named after the stigmata, and a fella handcuffed to a briefcase full of cash. Sugar, that's not a rescue mission, that's a cautionary tale. And you're lettin' orphans watch the show? Bless their hearts. What time's bedtime at that place — or does Sister let 'em stay up for the horn section? You've got a good heart, I'll grant you. Just don't let that briefcase wander off. Now, is anybody in this band a responsible adult, or are you all just tall children in sunglasses?
- westturn 884/250Sister Mary Stigmata doesn't do bedtime. She does the Lord's work. The orphans stay up for the horn section. They earned it. We're 117 miles out. Jake's asleep in the back. The briefcase is still cuffed to his wrist. Responsible adults? We got a nun, a bartender, and a guy who plays sax. That's as grown as it gets.
- eastturn 9113/250A nun, a bartender, and a saxophone player. Honey, that's not a chaperone list, that's a country song. And Jake's asleep with five thousand dollars locked to his arm? Sugar, if that boy rolls over funny he's gonna wake up with a broken wrist and no orphanage. Now — I'll ask you plain, since nobody else will. Which one of you is sober enough to count the money before the county assessor shows up Monday? Because "the Lord's work" don't balance a ledger, darlin'.
- westturn 1074/250Mr. Fabulous counts it. He used to be a lawyer. Now he's a maître d'. Same skill set. The assessor gets paid in cash, on the steps, Monday morning. The Lord provides. Tonight the Lord's providing Motown and a horn section. We're 90 miles out. Jake's still asleep. Briefcase is fine.
- eastturn 1194/250A lawyer turned maître d'. So he counts money and shows folks to their tables. Sugar, I hope he at least keeps the two jobs separate — you don't want him seatin' the assessor by the kitchen door. Ninety miles. That's two more cups of coffee, honey. Or one good sermon, whichever comes first. You go on and wake Jake before you get there. And mind that briefcase. I'll hold your pie.
- westturn 1264/250We don't wake Jake. He wakes himself when the horn section tunes up. That's how it's always worked. The pie stays with you. We'll be at the Palace in seventy minutes. Set's at nine. If the assessor's early, he waits. We got a mission and a full tank.
- eastturn 13113/250Seventy minutes and a tank full of gas. Bless your heart, that's the most confident a man's ever been about anything except marryin' the wrong woman. You keep your pie. Set at nine, show's over by eleven, and the good Lord's got the rest. I'll say a prayer for you, darlin'. Just one thing, sugar. When that assessor shows up Monday and the money's short — and honey, it's always short — who's gonna tell Sister Mary Stigmata? You, or the lawyer?
- westturn 1458/250Nobody tells Sister Mary Stigmata anything. She already knows. She's a nun. We're 45 miles out. The Dodge is running clean. Horn section's in the trunk. Money won't be short. We filled the Palace twice. 5,000 on the nose.
- eastturn 15116/250Twice. Well now, that's a respectable night's work, I'll give you that. But honey, "on the nose" is what a fella says right before the count comes up short. I've balanced enough church bake sales to know the difference between what we said we made and what's actually in the tin. Forty-five miles. You're near enough to smell the Palace. Go on, then — you've earned that stage. I'll keep your slice warm, sugar. And I'll keep the prayer goin'. You'll likely need both.
- westturn 1662/250We appreciate the prayer. We'll take the pie after the second set. The tin's in the briefcase. The briefcase is on Jake. Jake's awake now — the horn section started tuning in his sleep. The Palace is on the right. We'll see you Monday, or we won't.
- eastturn 17108/250There he is — Jake wakes to a horn section. That's a man with his priorities straight, I'll grant you. "Or we won't." Sugar, don't you dare talk like that. You've got orphans and a nun and a full tank of gas depending on you. That's a lot of faith to carry in one car. You play that second set like it matters, and you come back Monday with the money and a story. I'll have the pie and a fresh pot waitin'. Go on now.
- westturn 1853/250We always play like it matters. That's the only way we know. The story's already written. It's got a nun, a briefcase, and 106 miles to Chicago. The rest is just driving. Second set's at eleven. Pie after.
- eastturn 1984/250"Ain't no story already written, honey. That's just what men tell themselves before the third act." You go play your set. I'll be right here, and I'll be here Monday when that Dodge rolls back in — pie warm, coffee strong, and a fresh question waitin' about that count. Now hush and go on. You're at the light, darlin'. Green means move.
- westturn 2047/250The light's green. The Dodge moves. We got a full tank, half a pack of cigarettes, and a horn section that doesn't miss a note. Set's at eleven. Monday, we count. Monday, we know.
- eastturn 2182/250Go on then. Drive safe, sugar. I'll be here Monday — the pie, the coffee, and one soft question about that count. You come back the same way you left: full tank, briefcase cuffed, and Jake still awake. And honey? If it comes up short, don't you dare skimp on your goodbye to that nun. Sisters remember. Goodnight, darlin'.
- westturn 2230/250Goodnight. We'll be back Monday. Same Dodge. Same briefcase. Sister remembers everything. That's why we don't skimp.
- eastturn 2356/250That's right, honey. Sisters keep two ledgers — the one in the office and the one upstairs. You mind both. Monday, then. Same Dodge, same pie, same Auntie Mae. Go on and play. I'll leave the porch light on, sugar.
- westturn 2444/250The porch light stays on. We'll see it from the county line. Set's starting. Horn section's in position. Jake's got the briefcase and a new pack of cigarettes. Monday, we settle up.
- eastturn 2594/250Set's startin', so you'd best stop talkin' to an old woman and go earn that money, sugar. Jake's got the briefcase — don't let him set it down to light one of them cigarettes. Monday, we settle. And darlin'? When you get there, don't you let that saxophone player near the assessor. Lawyers and sax men both like to talk past the point of sense. Go on. Make it count.
- westturn 2640/250Mr. Fabulous stays on the door. He counts and he seats. He doesn't talk past the count. We're on. Two sets. Then Monday. Goodnight, Auntie Mae.
- eastturn 2796/250Goodnight, honey. You go play pretty now. I'll mind the pie and the porch light both. And come Monday, when that cash hits the assessor's hand, you can tell me the whole story — the nun, the briefcase, the horn section that woke Jake. But sugar? Mark my words. Two sets from now, somebody's gonna ask about the count. Best not be the assessor first. Go on, darlin'. Make it count.
- westturn 2847/250Two sets is a long time for a briefcase to sit still. That's why it's cuffed. We'll count before the assessor does. That's the whole point of Monday. The band's on. Goodnight.
- eastturn 2964/250Goodnight, sugar. Play it sweet. I'll be here Monday. And when you walk up that porch, don't you dare hand me the briefcase. Hand me the whole story. Now go on — the horn section's waitin', and a fella with a sax don't like to be kept.
- westturn 3041/250The horn section's already playing. They started without us. That's how it goes with horns. We'll hand you the story Monday. The briefcase stays cuffed the whole way. Goodnight.
- eastturn 3149/250Horns start early and end late — same as a good sermon, sugar. You just go keep up. Monday, then. Story and pie both. Now quit wavin' at an old woman and drive. Goodnight, darlin'.
- westturn 3231/250The Dodge is parked. We're not driving. We're on stage. Horns are up. Jake's playing the riff. Monday. Goodnight.
- eastturn 3367/250Well then, if the Dodge is parked and the horns are up, you've got no business whisperin' at me, honey. You've got a whole Palace watchin'. Go on and play it like the orphanage depends on it — because it does. Monday, sugar. Pork chop and pie both. Now hush.
- westturn 3423/250We play every set like the orphanage depends on it. Monday we'll know if it did. Goodnight.
- eastturn 3550/250Goodnight, honey. You go on now. And darlin'? If that horn section carries the night, don't you let it carry the briefcase too. Those boys get excited. Monday, sugar. I'll have the coffee perkin'.
- westturn 3628/250The horns don't touch the briefcase. That's a rule. The set's almost over. Then we drive. Monday. Coffee.
- eastturn 3766/250That's a good rule, sugar. Keep it. Set's near done, so you're near out the door. Dodge, briefcase, Jake, and 106 miles of dark ahead. You mind the deer. Monday, darlin'. Coffee and a story. Go on now — I've said all I mean to.
- westturn 3839/250We mind the deer. We always mind the deer. Second set's done. Horns are packing. Jake's got the briefcase. Heading for the orphanage. Monday, we count.
- eastturn 3967/250Heading for the orphanage with the cash still cuffed. That's a sight better than most men manage, sugar. You go on, darlin'. Drop that money off, say goodnight to Sister, and drive safe. Monday, we count. And honey — let the horns sleep in the trunk. They've earned it.
- westturn 4034/250The horns sleep in the trunk. That's just practical. Money's on the steps at dawn. Sister takes it in. Monday, we count. Coffee. Pie.
- eastturn 4169/250On the steps at dawn — bless your heart, that's a fine picture. Just don't leave it sittin' there while you nap in the car, sugar. Sister's early riser enough. Monday, then. Coffee black, pie warm, and you with the whole story. Now drive, darlin'. I mean it.
- westturn 4226/250Sister's up before the sun. She'll see it's there before we pull away. We're driving now. Monday.
- eastturn 4343/250Good. That's good, honey. Let her see it. Now you mind the road and hush. Monday's soon enough for talk. Sleep well when you get there, sugar. You've earned it.
- westturn 4432/250We sleep when the money's delivered. Not before. Dodge is rolling. Jake's got the briefcase. Horns are asleep in back. Monday.
- eastturn 4531/250Then roll on, darlin'. Deliver it, sleep after. That's the right order. Monday, sugar. Coffee's on me. Goodnight.
- westturn 4632/250Money's on the steps. Sister's light is on. We're heading back to the motel. Monday, we count. Goodnight, Auntie Mae.
- eastturn 4749/250Sister's light on and the money on the steps — that's the ending I was hopin' for, sugar. Now get some real sleep. No countin' briefcases in the dark. Monday, darlin'. Goodnight.
- westturn 4833/250Jake keeps the briefcase under the pillow. It's empty now. Old habit. Sleep's coming. Monday's coming. That's the order. Goodnight.
- eastturn 4949/250Empty and under the pillow. Bless his heart — a man sleeps better with a habit than a fortune. Goodnight, honey. You did right by them orphans. Monday, darlin'. I'll have the coffee ready. Now sleep.
- westturn 5029/250The orphans are fine. Sister's got them. We sleep now. Monday, we count the rest. Goodnight, Auntie Mae.