Hazy memories:
Standing on the lawn, in the middle of a lively conversation, everyone shouting over each other:
”…you forget how cold snow gets…”
”…you mean what I said! I mean…”
”That’s calling the cattle black!”
”…you say tomato, I say potato…”
A window opens. An angry voice yelling:
”Go home, you damned tosspots! Don't you know what time it is? Decent people are trying to sleep!”
Later, in someone’s house. Hellrien thinks it’s Kemp’s house. All the guys are lying down, most of them on the floor, one on the bed, sound asleep or passed out. The jug is empty. Hellrien bangs the doors of cabins and cupboards loudly to find more, but cannot find anything. Nobody wants to wake up.
Later, on Mrs. Woodruff’s porch. Hellrien is knocking on the door. She’s been knocking for quite a while now. Finally the door opens. Mrs. Woodruff does not look happy.
”Get out of my porch or I call the watch, harlot! Do you even know what time it is?”
”C’n I just… hic! ... umm… get my jug of beer?”
”No you can’t get your jug of beer! You can collect your stuff in the morning! Now get out of my porch!”
”You hag! I remm’ber this! Hic! Thief! You’ll pay for this! Hag!”
”I’m going, I’m going! Get your hands off… hic! … me, watchman! Watchman, I demand you arrest the woman in that… hic! … house! She’s the real criminal here! She stole my beer! I have… hic! … my rights!”
”Jus’ as I thought! Y’all take sides wit’ each otter! This ain’t justice, nossir! You… hic! … don’t know who you’re messin’ wit’, watchman! Okay, I go now.”
”Where… hic! … am I?”
Eventually
everything
breaks
down
to
blurry
images
