White Bird in a Blizzard Page #3

- What? Why?

- It's late.

- It's not even midnight.

- Kat, what I say goes.

And I say go to bed.

The weirdest part was that

she had on this nightgown

that was practically see-through. It was

almost like she was putting on a show.

Could it be that's what she was doing?

What? Putting on a show?

For me, or for Phil?

No.

I think she was just bored.

And getting older, and trying to

get whatever attention she could.

It was almost like she wanted

to have an affair or something.

Do you think that's what was going on?

No. I mean, I can't imagine it.

But, I guess anything's possible, right?

Oh. Sorry.

I tried knocking but

there was no answer.

That's all right.

Can I help you with something?

I'm just looking for

my mom's stupid cat.

You seen him?

Can't say that I have.

Okay. Sorry to bother you, Mrs. Connors.

Mrs. Connors sounds so formal.

Call me Eve.

All right.

You know, the time when I was your

age doesn't seem so far away to me.

Well,

I should probably look for my mom's cat.

Phil, would you like to

have dinner with us tonight?

I'm making crab thermador.

Sure.

Dinner is at seven.

Cool. Thanks, Mrs. Connor. I mean...

Eve.

Yeah, you've reached

Detective Theo Scieziesciez.

Leave a message after the beep.

Hi. Detective. It's... it's Kat Connors.

I'm just... I'm just calling because

I think I might have some information

about my mother.

Hey.

Thanks again for meeting me here.

Couldn't bear the thought of going into

the office on my day off, you know?

- No problem.

- Come on in.

Thank you.

It ain't fancy, but it's home.

- Can I get you a drink?

- Yeah, sure.

I'd offer you a beer,

but you're not of age.

I'd take one anyway.

All right then.

Sit down.

- Go on.

- Thanks.

So?

What do you want to talk to me about?

I...

I called because I have

some new information.

I just remembered some things, and,

I think my mother may

have been having an affair.

Oh, yeah?

I mean, it could explain

why she left, right?

Maybe.

I'll look into it on Monday.

Okay.

Is that it?

I just thought that it might be,

like, relative to the case.

Are you nervous?

I guess. A little.

Well, you know you can leave

any time you want, right?

I know.

But, you don't want to leave, do you?

Because you came here to seduce me.

Well, congratulations, sweetheart.

It worked.

I'm seduced.

- And how old are you?

- Eighteen.

- You're not a virgin, are you?

- No.

So...

you know what's about to happen, right?

And are you sure that's what you want?

Because I'm not one of your punk

classmates from school, you know?

I know.

Well, you're hot, that's for sure.

Your tits are perfect.

But you already know that, don't you.

Maybe I should come

over there and join you.

Yeah.

This better?

Why don't you take this top off?

F***ing amazing.

- Is this what you want?

- Yeah.

- Hey.

- Hey.

Everything all right?

Yeah. I just don't sleep

so good sometime.

I've seen a lot of bad sh*t.

Dead people. Very unhappy about it.

- Oh, yeah?

- Yeah.

Trust me, you don't wanna know.

Try me.

All right.

Once there was this...

obese man,

some sick f*** had doused him

with gasoline and lit him on fire.

And by the time we got to the body,

two days later,

- he was still burning.

- What?

Guy had so much body fat,

he was like a human candle.

And there's one thing I've learned,

in all my years as a cop,

it's that people are

capable of doing horrible,

unimaginable things to each other.

Love how slippery you are.

- Feel like I could break you in half.

- I'm tougher than I look.

- Oh, yeah?

- Oh, yeah.

- Wanna try me?

- Yes.

Oh, my God.

- What? It was easy.

- What do you mean it was easy?

I mean I went over

there and I f***ed him.

I'm impressed. Truly, truly impressed.

So was it hot?

Oh, hell yes. Like,

so much better than Phil.

- Deets, girl, deets.

- He's just, like, so manly.

Like, cock, and balls, and, like,

hairy chest, and muscles, and,

like, the way he smells, Beth,

is so intense. It's, like, primal.

- Oh, I can still smell him on me now.

- I'mma have me some.

Oh, God, that's so hot.

One day I hope some musky macho

stud will f*** the sh*t out of me too.

- Oh, it'll happen.

- Oh, yeah. When? When?

I'm so proud of you.

Why? Because I f***ed an old guy?

Yeah. I mean, don't take

this the wrong way, Kat,

but for the longest time you were

acting like you were still fat.

Oh, my God. What are you talking about?

I mean, you lost all of that weight,

like, what, three years ago?

But you're still skulking around

all angsty and awkward.

Like a fat chick. Like me.

And Mickey, who's basically a

fat chick in a skinny gay body.

- You're crazy.

- It's true.

Mr.Connor, this is Sheryl from

the Loma Linda Police Department.

I'm pleased to inform you that

you passed your lie detector test.

Thank you for your cooperation,

and have a nice day.

Why would your dad need

to take a lie detector test?

I have no idea.

Well, do you think the cops

think he knows something?

My dad? Beth, have you met him?

You look up clueless in the dictionary

and there's a picture of him.

Must be some kind of mistake.

Probably.

I think that's his car. Just ask him.

Do you want me to leave?

What? No. Whatever.

I'm sure it's nothing.

Hi, sweetheart, Beth.

Kids didn't spend too much

money at the mall, I hope?

Nope. I just picked up a few things.

Hey, dad, there was a...

message for you,

on the machine,

from the police department.

Is there news about your mother?

No. They said that you passed

the lie detector test?

Well, whoop-Dee-do. So, you going

to join us for dinner, Beth?

I... I don't think so, Mr. Connors.

Dad, why would they want you

to take a lie detector test?

Beats me. It's standard procedure

in cases like this, I guess.

So what are you feeling, sweetheart?

Should we order takeout

from that rib place?

Yeah, sure.

Mom?

What is it? What's going on?

Is Phil a good f***?

Go to bed, mom.

- Don't you turn your back on me!

- Seriously, just go back to bed.

I will not be dismissed by

the likes of you. Answer me!

Is Phil a good f***?

What would you know

about f***ing, anyway?

- Oh, my... what are you doing?

- What is this?

- Mom, what are you...

- Why are you naked?

I was hot! Jesus! Get out of my room!

Why are you doing this?

What did I ever do to you? Stop!

I do too know what a good f*** is.

You little slut.

What is your problem?

Are you insane?

What is f***ing wrong with you?

What kind of mother would

do something like that?

My mother.

What?

What? That's just how she was.

I mean, everyone has a crappy childhood.

It's not like she beat me.

So my mom wasn't Hallmark

Card perfect. So f***ing what?

I just think she was lonely.

I used to catch her staring at me,

like I was wearing something

that I had stolen from her.

- You look like I looked when I was you.

- What?

I mean, you look like I looked

when I was your age.

Whatever, lurker.

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