Angels Fall Page #4

- So, where did you get these?

- I made them, idiot.

- Like, from flour?

- From flour.

Well, these are a lot better than you get

from the kind that pop out of a can.

Okay, let me guess what's in your kitchen.

Frozen pizza, beer, for sure.

A couple of cans of chili, hot dogs

and, oh, Hungry-Man dinners.

You forgot the mac and cheese.

Okay.

You know, it's been a long time

since I've had candles at a dinner,

or a tablecloth,

or a beautiful woman to share it with.

Everyone's beautiful in candlelight.

What, am I not allowed

to pay you a compliment?

Oh, well, didn't you know

that lack of confidence is the new black?

But thank you.

Were you always this difficult?

"Were"? Like, as in past tense,

as in before...

No, no, no, like "were,"

as in "difficult," as in before the shooting?

Yeah, something like that

has got to change someone.

It's got to affect you in ways

that no one can understand.

- So you know about the other thing.

- Yeah.

- And Rick told you?

- No, Rick didn't tell me.

- I did some research.

- Wait a minute...

I looked online.

You went to whatever extent

to find this out?

What do you want know specifically?

Like how long I was in the nuthouse?

Or what it's actually like

to get electroshock therapy?

They still do it.

Look, I didn't mean anything by that.

But, Reece, talk to me.

- You say that, but you don't really mean it.

- Oh, you're right. I'm lying.

I'm only interested in the sex.

Oh, wait a minute. That's right.

We're not having sex.

Come on, Reece.

You need somebody to talk to.

I'm right here. Talk to me.

After the shootings,

I went to live with my aunt.

I tried to grasp onto something,

you know, work, religion.

And every time I reached out,

I ended up empty-handed.

You know, then there was the flashbacks

and the night terrors and the sleepwalking.

I do things that I don't know.

Then I was at...

I was in the MacClean Psychiatric Hospital

for six months.

Right.

Then after that, I just...

I had to get out of there.

I didn't want to be blank anymore.

I didn't want to take the pills.

So, I still have them, you know, just in case.

Souvenirs from the edge.

So now you're just neurotic and anal?

Oh, yeah, and claustrophobic,

obsessive-compulsive

and a little bit paranoid.

Strangely, it's kind of a turn-on.

- You're not gonna tell Rick?

- No, I'm not gonna tell Rick.

But I'm sure he's gonna find out on his own.

If he didn't believe me before,

he's never gonna believe me now.

Did you know Doc was a good artist?

I mean, good is overstating.

But if you give a description

of the woman that was murdered,

I bet he can make a sketch of it.

Why are you doing this?

- Why are you getting so involved?

- It's a mystery.

- I'm good at mysteries.

- You really do believe me.

Yeah, I do.

We're in this together, Slim.

- Are you sure?

- I'm sure.

Well, somebody's in a good mood

this morning.

Yes, I am.

And since I'm in such a good mood,

I think it's time we have that little talk.

- What talk?

- The talk about fresh herbs.

Joanie, this is not basil.

This is a desiccated memory of basil.

- We need to use fresh herbs.

- "We"?

You.

Oh, man!

A glass busted in the water.

Well, don't be bleeding

all over my kitchen floor.

Like I have a choice.

Where's... Where's Pete?

- How many fingers?

- Two.

Getting a couple of stitches.

Oh, you got a nice egg

on the back of your head.

I'm fine. Just let me stand up.

- Only if you go home and rest.

- No, I'm fine.

- No.

- I'm fine.

Go, now. Slow.

Okay.

Not again.

Tell me I didn't do this.

The lips are a little fuller.

The chin is a little pointier

and her eyes aren't so round.

They're a little longer.

Is this the woman you saw murdered?

- That's good.

- Doesn't look like anyone I know.

I'll make copies of this,

then we'll pass it out.

I like that you wear bowties.

That's Susan's doing, my wife.

She thought it made me look more the part,

you know, small town doctor-like.

I hate them.

But I figured she might haunt me

if I change things.

The fact is, after a long day,

I still talk things over with her.

Some people might think that's crazy.

I think it's just human.

I appreciate you trying to put me at ease.

Just making conversation.

I was in a psychiatric hospital

for six months.

- Oh?

- I was just trying to make conversation.

You look tired.

Do you need something to help you sleep?

Is that why I'm really here?

Brody thinks I need drugs?

- I don't know what Brody thinks.

- I won't do drugs.

I won't go back there.

- I'd rather deal with my anxiety.

- Are you? Anxious?

To the point that I want to leave town,

every day, yeah, but I don't.

I'm just scared.

It's all happening again.

What is?

Lost time. Doing things I don't remember.

Like, last night, I packed up everything,

but I didn't go anywhere.

I'm sure that's a big minus

on my mental health chart,

but I offset it with a plus, by unpacking.

What you're describing

sounds like classic post-traumatic stress.

People who witness life-threatening events

can relive the experience

through nightmares and flashbacks.

Didn't run yesterday. Didn't run today.

That's big for me.

- Good girl.

- Yeah.

So, I have something to tell you.

I started your book.

I like it. I mean, I like Jack, the screw-up.

And I hope he doesn't end up dead,

you know,

'cause I'm really rooting for him

and Leah to end up together.

It's great.

It was orange. Like a hunter's cap.

Hey.

- What's your problem?

- Where did you get that cap?

They give them away at the guest ranch

during hunting season.

Everybody's got one. Come on.

Is he a good kisser?

I'm not telling.

- Yes.

- I knew it. I knew it.

- Oh, hey, when's your next day off?

- Wednesday.

Then Wednesday, we're going to Jackson.

I know a great salon.

And, honey, no offense,

but you could use some work.

Come on, it'll be fun.

Yeah, you know what? I'll think about it.

I'll be right back.

- Linda-Gail. How's it going?

- Good.

Yeah.

I got a cancellation tomorrow

out at the ranch.

And I just... I thought maybe

I could saddle up a couple of horses

and we could check out the backcountry,

if you're not busy.

Yeah, if it's nice.

- If it's nice, yeah.

- Yeah.

Okay, I'll see you.

What?

Reece, we know

about the psychiatric hospital.

You're gonna fire me?

Well, if you keep cooking

the way you've been cooking,

I don't care if you come to work

wearing only an aluminum foil hat

and singing show tunes.

- You're not on any drugs, are you?

- No. I...

So now you have

a real reason not to believe me.

It's not about what I believe. It's about facts.

- The facts are I don't have a body.

- Or the crazy woman made it up.

- Reece, just...

- Wait, look.

- What?

- Doc drew this.

It's the woman I saw killed.

I am not imagining things.

- What do you want me to do with this?

- Show it around.

Reece, nothing against Doc's artistic talent,

but this is rough.

Without more detail, you're going to find

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