Love you.
Dad!
Here you go, Dad.
We're out of cheddar so I just used a few American singles.
Do you want me to cut it for you?
Just to help.
It's okay, I don't mind.
I need your help, Preacher.
I know I keep asking you for things but...
This one isn't for me. It's for my dad.
He's in a lot of pain and it's all my fault.
Everybody hates me.
And I know it's my fault so I'm not complaining...
That it's all my fault or that everyone hates me?
It's okay.
After Tracy Loach...
Even God doesn't want to help me anymore.
But the things is, Preacher...
My dad shouldn't be the one suffering for my sins.
He can't eat. I can hear him crying at night.
I was thinking maybe...
Maybe you could pray with him.
I don't even know if he'd go for something like that.
But I just don't know what else to do.
Preacher?
What exactly happened back there?
Right.
Thanks.