Fried Green Tomatoes by Fannie Flagg and Carol Sobieski
I had a dream the other night. I dreamt that Buddy was gone. I
ran to his crib and there he was, sleeping like an angel. And you know,
I thanked God for letting me still have Buddy. And I remembered having
the same reaction after Frank would beat me, thanking the Lord for
giving me the strength to take it. And I remembered thanking the Lord
for each day that my mother lived. Even when she was spittin' up blood
and prayin' for me to kill her. I looked into my mother's eyes,
pleadin' for me to help her, and all I could do was pray. While...
while you were gone, and I was holding Buddy, I thought, "If that
bastard, Frank Bennett, ever tries to take my child, I won't pray. I'll
break his neck.