Faith's Bar Mitzvah part 12 #420 episode 171

Faith lay across the bed, dictionary in hand. He was still not allowed to leave the porch. Tired of feeling like a caged lion. Faith resigned himself to his room. The encyclopedia's and dictionary would be his vehicle off the porch, up the hill to a destination people in the Bottom had never heard of. He would be a million miles for the Bottom. Matter of fact; he would be in Tahiti. Yeah, French Polynesia. He would climb Mount Orohena. Dig his feet into it's rich soil. Eat bananas, drink coconut milk. "Faith, I thought I told you to empty this trash, when I left this morning." Faith tore himself from the nice Tahitian girl showing him the east part of the island. His oppressor called. He blew air from his cheeks wondering when she would tire of her cruel but justified demeanor.

"M'am?" Faith answered as he entered the kitchen. cousin Gene was telling her how he worked in the hospital as a dietitian. "Well maybe you can help me get rid of some of this fat while ya down." She turned her attention to Faith. "I said, I thought I told you to take this trash out earlier?" Faith did not answer, instead he trudged towards the trash can. As soon as he was in arms length of Darlean, he caught a slap. "Didn't you hear me talking to you." It was not one of her better slaps. Faith had seen it coming and braced for it. Still he cried. He was embarrassed to be hit in front of company. "Quit all that ol' girly as crying." Darlean stepped towards Faith. Out of the corner of his eye, Faith saw cousin Gene move towards Darlean. "It's alright Darlean, I'll help him take it out."

"You ain't got to help him Gene. He know what he got to do!" Faith grabbed the trash still sobbing. Gene kept telling Darlean he did not mind. "He got it, don't you? "Yes ma'am. Faith opened the back door. Gene was holding the door. He put his hand on Faith's shoulder. "You alright? He had intervened, and Faith was grateful.