The Ballad of Brighid of Atlanta Chapter 1 | Page 19

It’s okay, Dave.
I promise. She was just ...
she’s actually a ... an aunt
of mine. She was just helping
me with a wardrobe
malfunction.

Hey, lady!

I don’t know
what you’re-Are you
ready, Dear? We
need you back.

Oh my heavens!
Land’s sakes! I can’t
imagine what that must
have looked like,
young man!

I ... remember.

I’m ready.

Just a little
field-tailoring! I’m
so sorry for
what you think
you saw!

“Aunt Callie,”
huh? Well, if Bridget
says it’s cool,
it’s cool.
Seriously, Dave.
It’s Aunt Callie.
She’s cool.

Jesus!
Is there Any
Coffee Up in this
Motherfucker?

I’m watchin’
you.
Of course
you are.

I’ve been going
on Alone too long,
Dear Heart. I need
rest. I will
need to --

Say no more.
We have a guest
room. My family
will help you
recover.
But what
do I do
now?

You’ll
soon see. Take
your time. You
always have
choices.