All language subtitles for The Waltons s04e07 The Wingwalker.eng

While we were walking the green
meadows of Walton's Mountain,

daring fliers were conquering
the beckoning blue skies.

We had come to know an airmail
pilot

who would fly slightly off
course just to say hello to us

and especially to Jim-Bob.

Jim-Bob's head was in the
clouds back in those days,

dreaming of machines
which he hoped one day to fly.

-See you all later.
-Bye-bye.

-Have a nice day.
-Bye-bye.

-Wish I could go with you.
-Jim-Bob, when I get home,

I'll tell you everything you
want to know about wing-walkers.

Besides, you'll be able to see
them when they're at the fair.

Hey, Grandma, Grandpa!

-How many eggs you got?
-Two dozen.

Have a good day.

Have a good day.

Maude Gormley, what are you
doing way over here?

It looks like the goat's taking
Maude out for a stroll.

Well, good morning, Esther.
Good morning, Zeb.

Morning.

-You all know Myrtle.
-Morning, Myrtle.

-Hello, Myrtle.
-Hi.

I came here this morning for a
purpose.

It's Myrtle.

See, seems like the older I get,
the more mischief she gets into.

She's got high-grade
intelligence,

but got so she's too much
for me to manage.

You might say that Myrtle's got
your goat, huh?

You've got my goat's more like
it.

I'm going to give Myrtle to you
all,

knowing you'll treat her
with love and kindness.

Don't touch her horns.
She's sensitive there.

Maude, with a bank loan
hanging over the mill

and 11 mouths to feed,

a goat with a bottomless pit
is just what we don't need.

-Oh, Grandma. Look at her.
-Oh, Grandma.

-I'll pull grass for her.
-Well, I'll milk her, Grandma.

Well, Esther, Myrtle will more
than pay for her keep

with the milk she gives.

Well, I have heard them called
the poor man's cow.

Myrtle lets down the richest
milk in the Old Dominion.

We got a goat.

Well, I guess the sooner me
and Myrtle part, the better.

She favors alfalfa grass.

Well, thank you, Maude.

We'll take good care of her,
don't worry.

You come and see her
anytime you want to.

You know where she is
if you ever want her back.

You treat her with love and
kindness

'cause that's the way I grew
her.

Alright, children, you go on to
school or you'll be late.

Go on. Myrtle will be here
when you return.

-You can play with her anytime.
-Play with her?

She's not a plaything.
She's a farm animal.

Grandma, Myrtle wants to follow
me like Mary's little lamb.

-Yes, you go on. Go on.
-What're you doing with her?

I'm going to tie her up so she
doesn't get near that garden.

-Grandma!
-What?

Just go to school. Go to school.

There.

I think she's telling you what
for, Esther.

You gotta have a lot of guts to
do that.

Either that or you gotta be
crazy.

Right.

-Study hard.
-I will.

-Rex Barker?
-Yeah.

I'm John Walton, Jr.,
Jefferson County Times.

I've been assigned to do a story
on you and your wing-walker.

John. We need all the ballyhoo
we can get.

Everybody's gonna come out to
see you.

I was in Westham,
and they were all watching.

You know, come-on flights before
a fair do help at the gate.

And I picked up
a few passengers who wanna

go up just for the thrill.

Well, that seemed like a pretty
smooth landing you just made.

Greased her in pretty good.

Better than a cornfield or a cow
pasture.

Of course, they aren't always
that smooth.

Oh, is that where you got that?

Yeah, I was touching my wheels
down and taking off again

and I kissed the ground a little
hard,

got a dashboard right in the
eye.

But I'm not your story.
John Walton, writer.

Death Defying Bobby Strom.

Oh. Well, I didn't know that.
It's...

What a pleasure.

-That's really something.
-What's really something?

Well, I mean, you're a girl...
A woman.

Oh, good for you.

Well, I mean, it's just that I
never expected...

I never heard
of a woman wing-walker before.

Are you an authority on
wing-walkers?

No. No, I'm here assigned
from the Jefferson County Times

to do a story on you.

Rex, I think I'll drive on into
town and try to find a hotel.

Good luck.

Could I ask you a few questions?

I think you better let her speak
for herself.

-Okay, well, nice to meet you.
-Okay.

Miss Strom. Miss Strom. I didn't
mean to be rude back there.

It's just that it was such a
surprise.

Could I suggest something to
you?

Suggest.

Well, the next time you're up
there

on one of your come-on flights

and you're walking on the wing,
why don't you maybe just

take off your aviator's cap
and let your hair fly?

It'd be a thrill for people to
know it's a woman up there.

You'd attract a lot more people
to the fair and,

well, I know it would attract
me.

I like your idea. Any more?

I'm a student
at the university in Westham,

I could take you into town
and find you a place to stay.

Oh, no, thanks. I'll take my
chances.

One downtown hotel is like any
other.

Sure. I know.

-Goodbye.
-Bye.

You know, Miss Strom.

If you really feel that way
about downtown hotels,

you could always come out
and stay with us in the country.

It'd certainly help me with the
story to have you nearby.

Your wife wouldn't object?

I don't have a wife.
I just have a family.

Of brothers and sisters and my
mom and my daddy, you know.

We have a little house
next to the main house.

Well, I guess you could call it
a guesthouse. It's very modest.

I wouldn't expect anything
grand.

Where is this little guesthouse
with family?

About 26 miles from here,
Walton's Mountain.

You'd have a good time.

You can always speak
to my brother, Jim-Bob.

He's my younger brother.
He loves aviation.

Or else you could just relax.

It's beautiful countryside and
quiet.

You could just take it easy.

I could get my story.

Well, this is crazy, but I think
I would rather

be staring at a mountain than
the walls of a seedy hotel.

Okay.

Well, great.

I'll just get my bags, okay?

Oh, I'll get them. Is this...
Just this one right here? Okay.

That's great.

That's my car right over there,
the tan one.

Okay.

I'll tell you what. I can take a
dollar off for the three of you,

but five bucks
is really my rock-bottom price.

Sorry.

-See you tomorrow, Rex.
-Okay.

Miss Strom is going to come home
to stay with my family.

You're welcome to come, too,
if you don't mind the hayloft.

Well, thanks a lot, John.
I appreciate it, but...

Even though we are a stunt team,

when it comes to time off
we go our separate ways.

Her choice, not mine.

Well, pleasure to meet you.

-Sure.
-Thank you.

Okay.

Well.

I think you're really gonna like
my family.

Wait a minute. Your door isn't
closed yet. Sorry.

I got a professor in college,

and he talks about what he calls
irresistible forces.

Things that have to happen
in order to reshape the world.

Like the opening up of the
Orient

and the invention
of electricity and airplanes.

Well, like that China Clipper.
Can you believe that?

That's a boat that flies
from California to Hawaii

and then straight on to China.

You must feel great being a part
of that thing.

Blazing trails
along with the rest of them.

Hogwash.

A wing-walker just gives the
public

what it craves, ever-greater
thrills.

Well, what made you become
a wing-walker?

I'm drawn to high places.

No, I mean, why didn't you just
become

a pilot like Amelia Earhart?
If I'm gonna write this story,

I wanna know
why you take chances like that.

If that's the kind of story you
wanna write.

Last year, there were
over 250 barnstorming accidents.

Some 80 killed, over 150
injured.

Wings do collapse, fabric tears
loose,

engines rip away coming out of a
dive,

a wing-walker or two is blown
off

when the safety harness breaks.

-Does that help your story?
-No. You don't understand.

That's not what I'm talking
about.

I wanna know what makes you
take the chances you take.

When you have skill, it isn't
chance.

Come on. Every time
you walk out there,

you're taking your life in your
hands.

I know where I walk.

-Got one.
-Yeah.

Grandpa, how many flies did
the brave little tailor

kill with one blow?

Well, now, according to the
Brothers Grimm,

they were seven in all.

Well, I killed one in five
blows.

Yes.

You know, I figure if I can kill
all the flies outside,

there won't be any
for Myrtle to draw inside.

Well, Myrtle, she likes company.

Just look at her. Myrtle.

Ben.

Now, that goat's drawing flies
from miles around.

You go tie her to that tree.

Grandma, Maude Gormley
even let Myrtle in the house.

Maude spoiled her rotten, and
it's up to us to unspoil her.

Now go ahead. Go on.

Elizabeth, what in the world are
you doing,

swatting flies outside?

You say that Myrtle draws flies
into the house,

I figure if I can
kill them all off,

there won't be any to draw into
the house.

Myrtle is not going inside.

Now, you help me keep her in her
place.

Ben, you make it good and tight.

You know, that one up there

looks like a resident housefly
to me, eh?

Yes, I think that's a Walton
fly. Leave her alone.

Hey, lookee here.

That one there.

Must've just eaten, that little
fly.

It's washing its face just like
a cat would.

And it's looking around at us

with its beautiful big blue
eyes,

watching out for its enemies.

-With flyswatters.
-Hmm.

You know, the common housefly

is one of the most perfect
examples of motherhood

that there is, Elizabeth.

The ordinary female housefly

can literally hatch up thousands
of young ones.

Grandpa, I'd rather if you
didn't tell me

nice things about flies.
I could never kill them.

Life is like that.

Let's go.

It's all so excruciatingly
exciting and romantic.

A girl wing-walker.

Flying in the sky all dressed in
white,

you must look like a dove.

I'll bet you get tons of
proposals.

Oh, at least one a day.

But actually not many men are
willing to follow me out

on the wing of an airplane going
65 miles an hour.

I'd like to set that to music.
What does it sound like?

At first, it's like a whistling.

But then you break through
to a whole other world

where it's quiet, and you feel

as if you're the only person
alive in the universe.

Mama went up in an airplane

with a pilot who landed in her
meadow.

It was the thrill of my life.
A whole other world.

I've got an aviator cap like
yours. I'll go get it.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.
It'll wait till after supper.

Let Miss Strom finish eating her
food.

Strom. That's a very interesting
name. Never heard it before.

It's Scandinavian.
It means electrical current.

Like lightning striking. Like
you!

Sounds like a storm.
Barnstormers.

I suppose you young ones know
that barnstormers

were early play actors

who went around on horseback
playing in barns and such?

-I didn't know that, Grandpa.
-Well, Zeb would.

He's been putting on a show
most of his life.

And my only admission price is a
kiss.

You see.

You know, we have a picture of
Amelia Earhart in our school.

She's a real hero.

But she's safe in a cockpit.

Bobby's on the wing of an
airplane,

flying with
the wind in her face.

What's the difference between
a woman flying an airplane

and a woman
making a spectacle of herself?

May we be excused, please?

Yes, you certainly may.

I haven't finished
the pudding yet.

Eat your pudding.

I'll go get my aviator's cap
and plane, okay?

Okay, Jim-Bob.

You sure made
a big hit with him.

-I think she heard you, Grandma.
-I know she did.

Well, she ought to hear
somebody.

That girl better get ready
to meet her maker.

Hey, Myrtle,
what you doing up there?

You're sure gonna
catch it from Grandma.

Like I did?

Oh, well.

You gotta understand Grandma.

According to her lights,
it's sinful for someone

to endanger his life
for sport or entertainment.

That's what sells tickets.

The entire family, friends and
half the town will be there.

Well, no, you don't really
understand my family.

There isn't one of them that
would go to see you do a stunt

unless it was to pray you'd come
through safe and sound.

I sure would hate
to see anything happen to you.

I'm sorry.

Is it Rex, your partner?
I mean...

He told me that he went his way
and you went yours.

We do.

-You wouldn't understand.
-I'd like to.

I'd like to know you
a lot better.

Goodnight, John-Boy.

Bobby?

This is gonna sound
pretty silly

but tomorrow when you're up on
your come-on flight, you know...

Well, I've never been up
in an airplane before.

And I'd surely like to know
what it feels like up there.

I think it'd be good
for the story,

if you got any room
in the cockpit.

It sure is hard
to say no to you.

-Goodnight, John-Boy.
-Goodnight.

This is great!

Welcome back!

You sure had me scared there
for a minute.

Myrtle's found her own mountain,
that's for sure.

Would you like to come in?

Sure.

Yeah, I wonder how long this old
mountain's been here anyway.

They say that primitive life
forms showed up here

around 1,500 million B.C.

And here we are.

What's the matter with you?

I want to tell you something.

I've never told this
to anybody before.

When I was 15 years old,

I was walking through
some woods.

A man attacked me.

I never saw him before.
I never saw him again.

Can't escape that memory.

Say something.

I don't know what to say.

I want to say the right thing.

I think I'd like to be alone.

Bobby.

An experience like that,

it doesn't have to be
a whole lifetime.

I...

Did you know
Colonel Charles A. Lindbergh

worked as a grease monkey to
earn money for flying lessons?

He was a wing-walker, too.

I could learn a lot
from you, Jim-Bob.

I don't know.
You've been doing everything

I've been dreaming of doing.

Have you ever flown, Mr. Walton?

No. Looked up
at a few from the trenches

in France during the war.

Mostly German planes with black
crosses on their wings.

Oh, the German aces.

The war did more for the air age
than it did for anything else.

Well, it didn't do much
for our boys in Flanders Field.

The next war will do
even more for flying.

Well, thank heavens there isn't
going to be any next war.

Thanks to men like my son
and the other boys,

made the world safe.

I don't know, Grandma.

A lot of marching going on
in Germany right now.

If the war does break out,
I hope to fly in it.

Oh, good Lord.

I don't know.

We had nurses and women
ambulance drivers

behind the lines, but women
fighter pilots? I don't know.

I was thinking of flying
soldiers to the war zones.

You might pay
attention here, reporter.

Some background for your story.

Say that Jim-Bob here is flying
the plane and I'm on the wing.

Air bumps, or turbulence,

need not be feared, Jim-Bob,
if you know what causes them.

Now, warm air travels upward.

You can expect it mostly over
cities and open fields

that catch the full rays
of the sun.

Cool air travels downwards
over lakes and forests.

Downdrafts can be dangerous.

The way to avoid a crash
is to gun your engine

and just fly up out of them.

Now, as the plane flies forward

the air flows
and goes around the wing.

In a declining angle,
the air helps to hold me on.

If the air meets the wing
at too sharp of an angle,

the wind just rushes over me and
I have a hard time holding on.

This can cause a decrease in
lift and your plane could stall.

Oh, I'd never let that happen.
Not with you out there.

With a good pilot,
and Rex is the best

until Jim-Bob
gets his wings here,

all I've got to do is just lean
into the wind, that's all.

If you know how to combat drag
and gravity pull,

there's nothing to be afraid of.

Unless I decide
to take that chance.

What chance?

Climb out of the cockpit,

up to the top wing.

Top wing?

Stand there with no support.

Free,

and lean into the wind
holding two flags on high.

With no safety belt?

With a safety belt,
I wouldn't be free.

Bobby.

I've been thinking

about what you told me

and about the way
you take chances.

I think if you wanna be happy
and you wanna make

anybody else happy,
you're gonna have to

love your own life
and not be afraid of it.

Is my life worth loving?

Your life is precious.

Good morning.

Hey, Reckless.

-Hi, Myrtle.
-Hi.

Where's Jim-Bob?

Oh, he's upstairs, Mama.
He'll be right down.

Bye-bye, have a nice day.

-Wait. I'll say bye to Myrtle.
-No.

You'll smell up
the whole school with goat.

-Grandma.
-I'm going to take that goat,

lock it in the barn, and throw
the key in Drucilla's Pond.

-Jim-Bob, your lunch.
-Thanks, Ma.

-Have a good day.
-Bye, Myrtle.

Where's John-Boy this morning?

He took that story
he's writing about you

to the Jefferson County Times.

-Bye, Elizabeth.
-Bye.

Do you have time for a walk,
Mrs. Walton?

I should be doing
the breakfast dishes,

but sure.
A walk would be more fun.

Yesterday there was
a rose in my room.

Last night
there was another one.

A long time ago, I had an
experience that changed my life.

I just stopped feeling.

I couldn't let
anybody be close to me.

I was determined
to not ever get hurt again.

I was too scared, too scared
to be close to anyone.

And then John-Boy

made me want to change all that.

Something wrong?

It's a place not much different
from this where it happened.

I've never been able
to go into the shadows.

Let's go back the other way.

It's beautiful here.

-Does it have a name?
-Drucilla's Pond.

John-Boy loves it here.

We all do.

We have a wonderful time
when we come here for picnics.

To hear the children's voices
yelling and screaming,

and Grandpa getting mad
'cause he's trying to fish.

I never used to think
of a family of my own.

If it's what you want,
there's no greater blessing.

You and Mr. Walton are lucky.

We've had a good life.

Hasn't always
been smooth sailing

but we always
loved each other.

That got us
through the bad times

and made
the good times even better.

I've been such a disappointment
to my parents.

They wanted grandchildren.

Mrs. Walton, I slept
so soundly last night.

I don't know
if it was the good mountain air

or all the warmth
and friendliness

I've felt here
from all of you.

Oh, I slept soundly.

-Even with Myrtle on your roof?
-Yes.

I'm the kind of person who just
plunges right into life

but here I've started to change
and look around.

I'm becoming
something different.

After all these years
of not allowing myself

to feel anything at all

can you imagine
how I really feel right now?

I think I'm falling in love
with John-Boy.

Does he know?

No.

A girl has never
been courted so tenderly.

I've never encountered a woman
like Bobby Strom before.

From the first moment I saw
her, I found her tantalizing

and romantic, even challenging.

But what Bobby
has told me about herself

has made me think
about my own feelings for her,

and I now realize that
they may not have been

of the most noble type.

I feel embarrassed
and guilty when I think

of how I might have
treated her.

From here on, I want to
put those feelings behind me

and be her friend
and truly help her.

Are you sure Myrtle
won't kick like Chance?

Not if you keep the flies away.

Shoo.

You know, Myrtle, if Grandma
likes your milk enough,

maybe she'll
let you out of jail.

Can I try?
I'll take in the bucket.

Hey, that's not fair.
I'm gonna tell Daddy on you.

Wait a minute.
Here, you can milk the goat.

Here. Sit right down here.

Come on. Just like Chance.

-No need help. You're company.
-I want to.

You know, right now
you sure don't look like

that Death Defying Bobby Strom
to me.

-Good.
-Tomorrow's your big day?

Yes, ma'am. The fair.

Well, don't court death, child.

Mama!

-Here's Myrtle's milk.
-Why, thank you, honey, Ben.

Oh, it was nothing, Mama.

Three squirts in there
are by me.

You see, I got a lot of pull
with Myrtle. Come on, Elizabeth.

Goat don't give much, does it?

They say it's very rich,
Grandma.

We've to learn
how to make goat cheese.

Haven't made it
since a long time.

Is John-Boy up in his room,
Mrs. Walton?

Yeah, I think so.

Would it be alright
to go talk to him?

Sure.

Come in.

Oh, Bobby.

Have you got a minute?

Sure. Come in. Sit down.

I'm sorry I've been holed up
here for a while.

I'm just trying to
catch up on my books.

I've gotten behind
on just about all my studies.

Because of me?

Well, yes.

The story for the Times just
made everything sort of pile up.

I wouldn't have missed it
for the world, though.

You look wonderful.

John-Boy, there's something
I wanted to ask you.

Is it too late to stop the story
about my going up tomorrow?

You're not gonna go up?

Well, that's great.

That's really great.

You don't mind
the story not being printed?

Oh, no, that's alright.
I mean, I enjoyed writing it,

but I can call Mr. Fletcher
and he can cancel it.

I mean, that's not
the important thing.

It's important that you won't
take chances like that anymore.

I mean, Rex can still do
his crazy stunts.

I've never felt like
this before a stunt,

but then I never had
so much to lose before.

I'm glad we're having this talk.

I kind of feel like
I've been avoiding it

because I haven't really
known what to say.

I feel so many
different things for you.

I feel tenderness for you and...

It's because you're such a
special kind of person.

You've changed towards me
because of what I told you.

Well...

No, not...

I mean, yes. It's just that I
feel truly like a friend to you.

-A friend?
-It's just that I don't wanna...

I don't want you to be
hurt again by anyone.

Is every man I meet going to
feel like a friend towards me?

Wait a minute.
I didn't say that.

-You said it for yourself.
-I didn't.

-I wanna explain.
-Go back to your books!

I'm not done. There
are things I wanna tell you.

-I've heard it all!
-Bobby.

-Bobby...
-Don't follow me!

The roses were from me.

Well, where is everybody? We're
gonna be late for the fair.

Mary Ellen and Erin are primping
in front of the mirror.

You'd think they were going
to a beauty contest.

The fair is gonna be over
if we don't go now.

Well, Bobby's not
going up anyway.

-I never thought she'd quit.
-Well, I'm glad she did.

Yeah, me, too.

I still want to see Rex
and those crazy stunts.

Well, where is everybody,
Grandpa?

Young man, you spend
all your early years

waiting for the right girl
to come along

and then the rest
of your life waiting

for her to
get ready to come along.

Zeb, I'm here on time.

-Where's Jim-Bob?
-John-Boy.

Bobby? Where's Bobby?

Myrtle's gone. She's gone.

Myrtle's gone! She's gone!

-Daddy, Myrtle's gone!
-Easy, honey. She can't go far.

-But, Daddy, she's gone!
-Alright, now, we'll find her.

-It's all your fault, Grandma.
-Now you calm yourself, child.

She's gone because
you wouldn't let us love her!

Now, she's most likely in the
corn just foundering herself.

Now, I'll get her.

-Daddy, please let's find her!
-Alright, honey.

Let's find her.
Everybody, take a look.

Let's go. Come on.

I know where.
Let's try over here.

-Jason, come on.
-Myrtle!

-Myrtle!
-Myrtle!

-Mama?
-Zeb, you look down there.

-Myrtle!
-Myrtle!

-Here, goat.
-She's gone. She left a note.

"Thank you for the hospitality

"and thank Jim-Bob
for the roses.

"I love him for it."

We had a little trouble
last night.

When I first met her I had a
kind of a feeling about her,

and I think I led her on.

Did you know
she's in love with you?

Yeah. I think she tried to tell
me that in my room last night.

My feelings about us
changed a little bit.

Not in a bad way,
but I tried to explain her

she wouldn't listen.

I don't know what's going
through her head.

She may be taking this sensibly
than you give her credit for.

She said she wasn't gonna
wing-walk anymore.

Mama, I know her,

I'm telling you she's gone
to those fair grounds.

And I wouldn't put it past her
to try that top-wing stunt.

-You want me to go with you?
-Would you?

-Come on.
-Hey, Myrtle!

-Myrtle!
-Did you find her?

-Myrtle!
-Myrtle!

-Myrtle!
-Myrtle!

-Myrtle!
-Myrtle!

Here, goat!

Zeb, I think I'll stay home.

Oh, now, Esther, you know you
never miss a county fair.

I've seen it all.
Nothing but crowds.

You go on.

Ladies and gentlemen,

introducing our
aerial circus extravaganza,

with stunt pilot Rex Barker
and wing-walker Bobby Strom.

As an added attraction
this morning,

our Death Defying Bobby Strom

will attempt
for the very first time

to walk the top wing
without any safety devices.

Mister, is there any way
I can talk to them up there?

You got radio contact
or something?

-Anything wrong?
-I gotta talk to her.

She's up there. She's gonna
do something dangerous.

I'd talk her out of it.

No. When they're up there,
they're on their own.

You mean you want me
to cheat the people

who paid good money to see this?

You're crazy.

And now Rex Barker,

sky-devil extraordinaire,

with Bobby Strom
riding in the front cockpit,

will first perform
the suicidal loop-the-loop!

Watch out! Here he comes.
High up in the sky.

What we've been waiting for,

Death Defying Bobby Strom!

-Attaboy!
-Attaboy!

Ladies and gentlemen,
for the very first time

Bobby Strom will attempt,
I say attempt

the ultimate death-defying
wing-walking stunt

that flouts all of the
principles of aerodynamics

all odds of survival.

Bobby Strom will attempt
to walk the top wing

at 65 miles per hour

without a safety belt

without a pole support

without any safety devices
whatsoever!

John, I wish
you hadn't brought the children.

It's too late now, Liv.

Forget it, Bobby! Don't do it!

Oh, my!

Are you alright?

Bobby?

Yes.

I wanted to talk to you.

-I had to tell you that...
-You don't have to say anything.

I'm just glad you're safe.

You set me to thinking,
John-Boy Walton.

I did fall for you,
but I'll get over that.

What's important is that
my feet are on the ground

and I know where I'm going.

Where's that?

Well,

you ain't the only
cute country boy

with a choirboy face
and a way with words.

Good-bye, John-Boy.

Miss Strom.

Bye.

Myrtle!

You came home!

She didn't come home.
I brought her home.

Hey, Myrtle.

-Myrtle.
-Hey, Myrtle.

Where'd you find her, Grandma?

She went back to Maude's

because nobody here
is giving her love or attention.

Now we gotta be more careful
with this goat.

She's not stupid.

-She's more sensitive than most.
-You all remember that.

We were never
to see or even hear

from the wing-walker again.

To this day,
I think of Bobby Strom

whenever I see
a white dove in flight.

And within Jim-Bob's heart

I'm sure there's
a bittersweet memory.

Grandma, remember
all the flies I swatted for you

so Myrtle could stay?

-You did well, Elizabeth.
-I see lot of fireflies outside.

You suppose they're friends
looking for me with lanterns?

More than likely
they're the flies you swatted

bound for heaven
with their halos burning bright.

But I flushed
them down the toilet.

-Goodnight, Elizabeth.
-Goodnight, Mama.

-Goodnight, Daddy.
-Night, honey.

Come on, Liv,
turn off the light.

Turn out the fireflies, too.

Goodnight, Elizabeth.

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