Mercy

The childhood home like a crusted bloody nose. What I mean, I guess, Mercy says, is that I just want to get rid of it, you know, let's sell it dad, let's sell it.

Mercy's father is speechless. He is writing a love letter on his face in MAC makeup, he is lathering in Dior lipstick, he is plucking and pulling and pulling and plucking, he is adjusting, to go boobs or no boobs, the constant question he says aloud like always, to boobs or no boobs.

Before they had the falling out, this is one of the last moments with her father before he goes ill.
This is one of the last performances she will see before she doesn't know if Jessica H. Christ is dead or not. Before she finds the pink letter on her suicidal red letter day, before she leaves her life.
This is the scene where Mercy's father says

Listen, you need to ditch this god forsaken boyfriend, honey, ditch him good
you need to get rid of this guy, he's trash,
get rid of him, Mercy, I don't hear nothing about it again,
nothing, you hear, nothing, I want no part in it,
I don't care about it,
it doesn't mean a god damn thing,
I've over, done, done. You hear me, girl?
Are you listenin?

Mercy's father had settled on boobs for the night. Mercy's father was standing too close as he did when he settled on the breast plate because they were as big as Dolly Parton's, part of the act many times when chose to wear it. With the breast plate on, he didn't know his spatial distance, didn't know he took up so much room. Standing too close, unshaven, half-naked, face painted

You hear me, you hear me good,
get rid of this man, Mercy. Get rid of him.
Don't come around here until you get rid of him.
If I get one more phone call in the night,
I swear to God don't be callin' me and
don't be callin' nobody I know you hear
me girl you best be listenin because
this mama is only gonna say it once
so listen good, baby. No more of this man.
Get rid of him.