Violet & Daisy Page #6

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Really?

- Why are you giving this to me?

- You have a unique world of view.

Now you can share with

others... in a new way.

Thanks a lot, mister.

I need the police.

Yes, that's my address.

What are you doin'?

He's writing a letter.

To who?

To "whom".

To whom?

His daughter.

I'll do it.

What?

I'll write it for you.

Alright.

Thank you.

So where was I?

"Dear April..."

That's it?

So far, yeah.

"Dear April,

I don't know if you'll

ever read this,

but I hope you do.

In any case...

It's time we finally talk.

Please, take care of yourself.

I managed to put some

money in your bank account.

Please use it to continue your education.

Your mother would've wanted that too.

Don't worry about the

dead men in the bathtub.

It's not what it looks like.

And a long story to tell right now.

Sometimes,

for no particular reason,

I think of you

and smile.

Seriously about that day, that...

we drove out to the mall,

for your birthday.

Your mom had the flu,

and she said to go on without her.

I remember you wandered off.

Got lost.

And two hours later,

we finally found each other.

We hugged...

You didn't wanna let go.

Then we went for ice cream,

and we talked...

all the way home.

I think that was the

happiest day I've had.

I know I probably wasn't

the best father in the world,

but I tried the best I could.

Anyway...

I loved you all that I possibly can.

Love, Dad."

"PS:

This isn't in my handwriting,

because friend of mine

wrote it out for me."

If you just leave that in the...

apartment when you go,

make sure to get to her.

Glad you girls came by.

I wouldn't have written that otherwise.

Daze...

We gotta go now, Daze.

We never even said his name, Vi.

Come on.

The bike is gone.

I know.

- Well, we got 'em.

- Yeap.

- Yours look awesome on you.

- Yea, so did yours.

Hey, I know we never really

talked about stuff... since that day.

Are we cool?

Yea.

Course.

Precious.

Hey, you hungry or anything?

Not really.

I'm just gonna take a walk.

Yea, screw food.

I could use a nap if you

wanna know the truth.

You want me take your bag home?

No?

This better not be Russ.

It's my Dad.

Really?

I've tried to get the pizza place,

but I... I pressed his number instead.

Long story.

Hang on a sec, Phil.

See you Daze!

Hey Dad.

April?

Are you... uhm, April?

Hi.

Hi.

I was a friend of your father's.

I just want to let you know that...

I was a friend of his and...

that he talked about you a lot.

He wanted me to give

something to you too.

What is it?

It's the new Barbie Sunday dress.

- For real?

- Yea.

I think it should fit.

There's something

else in there too.

Thanks.

You're welcome.

Your father was a good guy, April.

He told me how you two got lost in the

mall one day and then had ice cream.

Well...

See ya.

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