Strange Weather Page #3

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figured out makes sense to you.

We can just use Google maps on

my phone, Darcy.

You don't need some method of

navigation from the mesozoic era.

I like to see the roads

laid out in front of me

on one piece of paper.

Why are we going so far

west of the Mississippi?

Look, it'd be faster if we

just stayed on the interstate

all the way down through Alabama

into Mississippi and Louisiana.

I hate those goddamn trucks.

You know?

I want to do back roads.

And I got a friend

who lives in meridian.

We can spend the night

with her and save on a motel.

Who do you know in meridian?

Mary Lou Healy,

married name Mary Lou Powell.

Got divorced,

took back her Healy.

I grew up in meridian.

I didn't know about meridian.

You know what wordsmith's

word of the day is?

Delphian, kinda rhymes

with meridian, right?

It's doesn't kinda rhyme.

Rhymes.

Kind of.

There's a syllabic problem.

Uh-huh.

It means ambiguous,

cryptic, incomprehensible,

indecipherable, inexplicable.

It always also means

goddamn annoying.

Look, if we're gonna be stuck in

this truck for a couple of days

staring at a piece of paper

and lacking any kind

of proper cooling system,

we're gonna have to talk,

and I don't just mean

about our jobs

or whether you should

or should not get a new car,

which in fact you should,

or whether I'm an actual lesbian

or just a dabbler.

- Dabbler.

- What the hell?

I'm teasing, but you know,

you slept with men.

Yes, at one time.

I could care less

who you do it with, byrd.

It's not about who I do it with.

Don't make light of what I have with

geri, 'cause I sure as hell don't.

- Is that how you think about Clayton?

- Oh.

My point is

y'all lived together once.

I thought you liked

having him in your house.

No, no, I did not.

It... it made me crazy.

He never put anything

back in the right place.

But you liked

waking up with him.

Hmm.

I'm not catching your drift.

Hey, you got

any extra sunglasses?

Oh, look in my bag.

Put that back.

Tell me this is what

Clayton keeps behind the bar.

It is not.

Tell me that this

isn't the same gun.

It is.

Now you listen to me,

Darcy baylor.

I'm the only one who got behind

this crazy journey of yours

because I do understand

why you gotta see it through.

If somebody's wronged you

or somebody you love,

you're gonna get up in that

person's face till they yield

to your indomitable will.

That's not the way I tend to do

things or even the way I'd want

to do things if I could,

but I do respect you for it.

All right,

so I'm here for moral support.

I haven't any idea what's

gonna lie at the end of this,

but I'm not accompanying you

on some mission of violence.

Who said anything

about a mission of violence?

Jesus Christ, byrd, you're

so melodramatic sometimes.

Why do you need to bring a gun

if you don't plan on using it?

I didn't say I don't plan

on using it.

I'm asking you

about your intentions.

My intention is to make

Birmingham by lunchtime.

I'm sorry, Ms. baylor,

I did fully intend

to get back to you.

There was no need

for you to come

all the way down here

to my place of business.

Just wanted to talk

face to face, that's all, Kevin.

I don't know why you've went

and drug Ms. ritt

along with you.

Right.

So, uh...

Can you tell me what is it

you think I can help you with

regarding Walker?

So this was taken just a little

bit before Walker died, right?

I think so, yeah.

Okay, so obviously,

you and Walker, mark Wright,

Dennis, and...

And who's that?

Ah, that's buford.

Buford lapierre.

Who?

He got a full ride

to the act school

on account of being a cajun.

He was renting out

the back room.

We didn't know him so well.

See, Dennis told me that Walker

came out there the day he died.

Were you around, too?

Yes, ma'am, I was.

And Dennis told me that Walker

left that house

with a box of bullets.

- Remember that?

- No.

Dennis says mark

gave them to him.

Now why in the world

would mark do that?

So he could take

Walker's business plan

- and run away with it maybe?

- Far as I know,

mark's made his money

fair and square.

I mean, look, even if Walker

came up with an idea,

doesn't mean he could've

implemented it, right?

It's not like he copyrighted it.

- Are you even serious?

- All I'm saying is it takes

a certain drive,

a certain vision to take an idea

and make it succeed,

and while mark...

Oh, I'd stop right there

if I were you.

Kevin Jenkins, I can't believe

you came to my house

for sleepovers

more times than I can count

all through high school,

and me cooking

pancake breakfasts.

You could play guitars

real loud.

After you let Walker

quit violin.

It was cello.

Point is, it was more of

a free atmosphere for you boys.

You could have a little fun,

unlike at your mama's house

up in the heights.

At least my mama

wasn't having parties

and dancing around in the garden

and refusing to put in a shower.

Walker had to take a bath

in a damn tub all the time.

Clawfoot.

Stall showers are ugly.

He wanted things to be normal.

- Normal's overrated.

- He wanted a normal mom.

We're not here to talk about

your idea of normal, Kevin.

Imagine if this happened

to one of your boys.

My boys are being raised

in a stable,

loving, two-parent home.

Yeah, that always

works out great.

Try to imagine

if something did happen.

Look...

Buford lapierre was in the room

with Walker and mark.

As far as I know, he moved

back home after graduation.

Maybe you could find him.

Not beaufort like the city.

Buford, b-u-f-o-r-d.

Yeah, lapierre's the last name,

spelled like it sounds.

It should be in the alumni

records for that year.

Thanks, baby.

She's looking it up.

Yep.

Nope.

Uh, near Simone city

on the atchafalaya river.

Simone city.

Uh-huh, geri says she got

a present for you, darce.

Aw, is it Clayton's balls

on a platter?

Quit ragging on him.

You'll be lucky

if he ever speaks to you again.

She just needs a snail mail

address so she can overnight it.

Last time I was

in meridian was...

When my parents died.

Walker was six.

They died a month apart,

two funerals, boom boom.

Sold the house and contents,

kept the kitchen table.

That was that.

So it was like one

of those stories

where a married couple

loves each other so much,

they couldn't bear

to be separated in death?

Nope.

Stop it. Stop it.

Oh, my lord.

Don't go there.

Don't even go there.

Oh.

You want another glass of wine?

No, I'm all right.

Oh, byrd's a beer drinker.

Well, I haven't had beer

in my fridge

since I got ray freaking Powell

out of my life.

Mr. social tourette's.

He could not keep

from saying inappropriate things

at group gatherings

in this really loud voice,

like he had no idea people were

standing inches away from him.

"Hey, so what's

the story with Chuck?

Is he really checking

into rehab?"

And so on and so forth, oh, my.

What an a**hole.

I hate that smell

on my furniture.

Only out on the balcony,

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