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THE LONG HOME
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Estimated duration
355s
Location
HARDIN’S
Time of day
BACK YARD - DAY
Characters
WINER, HARDIN
Winer’s trimming a TWO-BY-FOUR on the SAWHORSE while Hardin trims his fingernails with his knife. For the first time, Winer gets a good look at it. -- 48 of 109 -- Abruptly, he smells it. -- 49 of 109 -- I wondered what the hell it was we’d done. I went out where Pa was standin’ in the road, lookin’ off down it, though there wadn’t nothing to see... After a while he noticed us, me and my sister, reached into his pocket and gave me a quarter. ‘Git yins some Santy Clause,’ he told me... That was when I was eight years old. By the time I was nine, he was long gone and we were livin’ with my aunt, who was sleepin’ with some sectionhand used to take a strop to us just to hear us yell. He looks at Winer, who says nothing.
WINER
Where did you get that knife?
HARDIN
(holding up the knife) Lord, son, I don’t know. I had it, I guess... Ten or twelve year.
WINER
Let me see it a minute. Hardin hands the knife to Winer handle-first. Winer examines it closely. A tiny, hand-filed “W” has been scratched into the blade.
WINER
This is my father’s knife. 47.
HARDIN
What’d you do that for?
WINER
I don’t know... He always had a plug of tobacco in the same pocket as the knife, so it always smelled just like old Red Ox twist. Hardin regards him sympathetically.
HARDIN
I remember where I got that knife, now. It was a holler or two ‘cross your line, in kind of a cedar grove, where I reckon he’d been cuttin’ fencepost. I remember the knife was layin’ on a sandbar in a spring in the mouth of the holler. He watches Winer look at the knife, the play of emotions on the boy’s face.
HARDIN
Your pa lit out, didn’t he?
WINER
I don’t know what happened to him. I never did believe he lit out, and I don’t believe it now.
HARDIN
Well, folks is funny... And, remember, times back then was tightern a banjo string. Lots of folks on the road. He might’ve just throwed up his hands and said ‘Fuck it’ and lit out.
WINER
No.
HARDIN
My own daddy cut out on me in February of the year I was eight years old. This was in Cullman, Alabama. I never will forget it, not Christmas of that year... ‘Course, they never was much - a apple and a orange and a handful of penny candy. But this year they wadn’t nothing in our socks. 48. (MORE)
HARDIN
Life is hard, Winer. You just gotta get hard with it.
WINER
What’ll you take for this knife? You found it.
HARDIN
Hell, take it, if it means somethin’ to ye... Seems to me it’s a damn poor substitute for a pa, but such as it is, you’re welcome to it.
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