"Matty?"
"What, Jayne?"
"How come Ma's always singin' sad songs?"
"What're ya talking about? No, she don't."
"Yeah-huh, does too! She's always singin' about somebody dyin' or runned off or fightin' and killin'. She sings 'em real good but they's always sad."
"I dunno. Maybe she just likes 'em."
"Ya think so?"
"Maybe. They're purty, though, ain't they?"
"Yeah, guess so. ... Matty?"
"Yeah?"
"D'ya think she sings sad songs 'cuz she's sad?"
"What's she got to be sad about? We gotta roof over our heads, don't we? Plenty o' food on the table and Pa's been workin' steady--"
"Yeah, but maybe... Maybe she's not sad about now, maybe she's sad about somethin' before."
"Whaddaya mean before?"
"I dunno, like before she came here an' married Pa an' had us. Like that world where she was before with th' sunlight an' flowers."
"I dunno. Maybe. Go to sleep."
"But, Matty--"
"I mean it. If ya don't go to sleep, the Creeper'll getcha."
"Fine."
"Jayne?"
"Yeah?"
"Maybe we'll go find her some flowers in the mornin', if ya want."
"Okay. G'night."
"G'night."
