HANK
All three of mine's dead.
[He whistles a snatch of the strange air and takes a chew of tobacco.
Where's your ma?
JONATHAN (Is about to become impatient, but an innate tolerance causes him to answer)
She died when I was twelve.
HANK
So did mine. (Whistles) We're alike in lots of ways, ain't we?
JONATHAN
What did you do when your mother died?