Strange Weather Page #6
and I let my son
slip through my fingers
and that I didn't see
a goddamn thing
that was going on with him
when he was staring me
in the face.
- Darcy, he was depressed.
- I know that.
I know.
What kind of mother
doesn't grasp that
and doesn't try to fix it?
You tried.
You couldn't fix it.
But what you're telling me
is that I didn't see Walker
as he was.
- So what was I seeing then?
- You saw the parts of him
you wanted to see,
just like we all do.
You saw the parts of him
that reflected
the right way on you.
some things
about my boy and how he died.
Enough time passes,
and nobody's even gonna
remember Walker anymore.
- That's not true.
- Well, it sure feels that way.
And I'm sorry if I...
f I'm not evolving
or geri thinks I should...
Does she know about this?
Great.
Just great.
And she still doesn't think
you're a dabbler?
She loves me as I am.
Do you know why I came
on this trip with you, Darcy?
It's not because
I think you need
some showdown with mark Wright.
No, I came with you
because I want to see you
find a way to come back
and live in this world again
before you let this kill you.
You're one of the most amazing
people I know.
You're so tough and so funny
and so damn smart.
You show me lots of ways
to think about
how to be a woman in this world,
and most of the time,
there's nobody
I'd rather talk to,
and that's including geri,
but you can't ask everybody
to keep standing by and watch
you put yourself through this.
Everybody who loves you
deserves better.
I know I do.
I had a really good time
with Walker.
He was special.
He was fragile.
He was here,
and then he was gone.
All I can say is that
that was about him and me
really got lived.
And that's a lot.
Sometimes that's all we got.
Good luck, darce.
How could it have
gone out already?
It was only a couple
of hours ago!
Those papers!
I need those papers!
Now what, Darcy?
What now?!
I'm going to mark's office.
Excuse me, ma'am,
may I help you?
I'm here to see mark Wright.
Addie bundren?
Um, what is this here
at the bottom?
Oh, that's just a standard
clause acknowledging
that the dawg house
and its franchises
are the exclusive property
of Mr. Wright.
Oh, okay.
Here we go.
Exactly, look,
you gotta hold on right there.
Let them know you mean business.
Uh-huh.
Yeah, you got it.
I gotta fly.
I'll catch you
on the flipside, buddy.
I'm so sorry, Ms. bundren.
Come on, please take a seat.
It's been a busy day
for us here,
but I did want to make time
to see you.
I've had my eye on Mississippi
for a while now.
So, uh, you already running
restaurants down there, or?
I'm sorry, you want to...
You want to sit down?
All right,
so why do you want to put
Mississippi in the dawg house?
Well...
It seems like, um,
everybody likes
a family restaurant, right?
It's a business
you can't go wrong with.
I mean, no matter what
the economy is like,
parents always want to take
their kids out to eat.
That's the truth.
That's the truth.
You could ask my wife
all about that.
She says a wife just needs
to take a break every so often
from putting dinner
on the table.
- Yeah.
- All right, so tell me,
what are you picturing,
Ms. bundren?
You wanna start out with the one
Well, that's the way
to a grow business, right?
selling t-shirts at rock shows.
Yeah, somebody's
Well, you know,
it's all there on the website.
I'm just curious,
where'd you get that idea from?
Uh...
Just seemed like a natural way
to generate some capital,
get things moving.
What band did you
make shirts for?
Who... who's
interviewing who here, huh?
Oh, sorry.
Um...
a franchise,
would you say that parents
are looking for a place
that's bright and clean
for the kids,
are taken into account?
And then you need
to make sure the chain
gives back into the community
to build a brand.
I guess you can find out
just about anything
That sounds a lot
like my business plan.
Except it's not
your business plan.
Pardon me?
It's from a business plan,
all right.
But it's not yours.
So I'm not sure what
you're getting at, Ms...
Baylor, actually.
Darcy baylor.
I guess I wasn't important
enough for you to remember,
but you met me a bunch of times
back when you and Walker
were friends.
I'm sorry, I did know
a Walker baylor
back in school but...
Looks like you're still
doing coke.
A whole lot of coke.
Am I right?
I'm calling the cops.
You really want
to mix them up in this?
I'm sorry, ma'am,
not to be rude,
but take a look at yourself,
and take a look at me.
Who do you think they're
gonna believe?
What the hell?
I am Darcy baylor,
and I am Walker baylor's mother,
and you are not to diminish
or belittle us,
do you understand me?
How much do you want?
Come again?
How much money do you want?
You think I'm here
for your money?
Don't insult me.
I want you to tell me
what happened
the day Walker died.
What the hell happened?
Every damn detail.
I need you to tell me why.
Why what?
Why he killed himself.
Why he...
I don't know why.
But you know what his last hours
on this planet were like,
and that's what you need
I mean it. Now.
This is crazy.
This is crazy.
I guess.
Okay.
Walker was...
What was he bummed out about?
Stuff, just...
I had a daddy with means.
I couldn't possibly know
what he was talking about.
I was probably
gonna graduate on time.
He probably wasn't
gonna make it.
And then, what kind of job
was he gonna be able to get?
Could he ever get married,
have a family of his own?
Stuff like that.
I was like, "little man,
if life is that tough",
do us all a favor,
all right, and put yourself
"out of your misery because
you're bringing us down."
Stuff like that.
I was just messing with him.
Sh*t!
And then, uh...
And then we all went upstairs,
and I guess I fell asleep,
because when I woke up,
it was real late.
It was just me and Walker
in the room at that point.
And he was sitting over by
the window in a rocking chair.
Real quiet
just rocking back and forth,
looking out the window.
And he asked me if I'd give
him a ride back into town.
by then.
But I said all right.
So I did.
I'm curious.
Since you were the last one
to see him alive,
what did he say to you
when you...
When you dropped him off
at my doorstep?
It was a long time ago.
Honestly, I don't recall.
It was just a night
Did you ask him...
What was on his mind?
Because I'm guessing it was
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