The dialogue of a condemned man and a prison priest. |
" Well well if it aint the Preacher Man. Supposed I'd be seeing ya sooner or later." "I was wishing for later. Much later" "Ah now that hurts my feelings. I thought you were long forward to see me. I knows I been lookn forward to doin the Shackle Shuffle with you." "I meant no offense." "Aw, none takn'. Since I's the best dance partner in the joint. Tell ya what I'll lead and alls ya gotta to do is follow. Or is the Handcuff Hussle more yer style?" "You are joking and playing even at a time like this! Really, I can not believe it. In less that an hour........." "What is it Preacher Man? Can't bring yourself to say it? Alright, I did not mean to upset Preacher Man we can talk bout whatever ya want." "Dont call me that! My name is Manny Pritchard not PREACHER MAN! I have less than an hour to live and you would think that the Priest of all people would have the dignity to call me by my real name." "Now see all this time I thought ya liked it. You could'a said ya didn't. Oh well, guess it won't matter fer too much longer." "No, it won't." "Well let get on with it, Preach...uh...er...I mean Manny Pritchard, my son?" "Bless me father for I....... |