White Bird in a Blizzard Page #4

What? What do you want?

Nothing.

Oh, my God, stop gawking at me.

You're creeping me out.

Just, like, get out of here.

Just leave me alone.

About a week before she disappeared,

Phil and I were in the

basement doing homework,

just like any other ordinary night.

Well, what do you think? You like?

Pretty sexy for 42?

- Mom, what are you doing?

- Oh, loosen up, Miss Prissypants.

Phil.

Why don't you and your

mother join us for dinner?

I'm making my world-famous

Beef Wellington.

- Yeah, o... okay, Mrs. Connors. I'll ask.

- Splendid.

I'm in the mood to celebrating.

- Okay, mom, whatever. We get it already.

- Oh, what's the matter, Kat?

Can't stand seeing your mother

have a little fun for a change?

Honey, I'm home!

And the party is over

before it's even begun.

Sweetheart, where are you?

There you are.

What's for dinner?

What's going on?

Why are you dressed like that?

- What? You don't like it?

- No. I don't.

Well, tough sh*t.

You don't like this skirt?

- Eve, stop it.

- I don't care.

You don't like this skirt and I don't care.

You don't like this skirt and I don't...

Get your goddamned hands off me!

I'll wear whatever the hell I want.

Whenever I want to!

What are you doing?

What I do every f***ing night of my

f***ing life, making your f***ing dinner.

- Oh, Jesus!

- Oh, sh*t! What reeks?

- The meat. It's all rotten.

- Must have come unplugged.

- Don't just stand there, plug it back in!

- Smells like a f***ing dead body in here!

Well, looks like we're

going out for dinner tonight.

Wanna get Chinese?

No. I don't want f***ing Chinese.

Okay, then, what would make you happy,

Evie? What do you want?

I don't want this.

I don't want any of it.

You,

- this house.

- Evie.

I want my f***ing life back.

Come on, sweetheart. Let's go to dinner.

I don't want f***ing dinner!

Why won't anyone listen to me?

So out of the blue she

was just, like, poof?

Pretty much.

Wow.

You told me your mom left,

but not like that.

Well, we've been roommates

for almost a year, so.

But don't you wonder where she is?

I mean, she's gotta be somewhere, right?

I don't know, it's weird.

Hardly even think about her anymore.

You know, it's, like, so much time has

passed, that kinda just gotten used to it.

Guess going home next week for break has

kinda resurrected the ghost from my past.

Speaking of ghosts, you're not gonna

go see that loser boyfriend of yours,

- what's-his-name, are you?

- You mean Phil?

Maybe. Why?

Well, you know I'm team Oliver.

We've only been dating

for a couple of months.

So? That's enough to know

that he's hot, and smart,

and actually has a future,

unlike what's-his-name.

Cindy, you met Phil once, for a weekend.

Yeah, that was enough.

Whatever.

The future bores me.

What's going on with you tonight?

Is everything okay?

Yeah, why?

I don't know, you seem

a million miles away.

Sorry. Just a little preoccupied.

I'm fine.

What?

Nothing.

Don't say nothing when it's something.

Okay, you know I don't

like it when you smoke.

It's bad for you,

especially since you're on the pill.

Yeah, well, this is only my second one today.

I'm cutting back, just for you.

Don't cut back for me. Okay?

It's your health we're talking about.

Okay, doctor.

Are you satisfied?

- Not if you're gonna be mad.

- Why would I be mad?

Just because you're

telling me what to do?

I mean, I can't smoke in my room

because Cindy says it stinks,

and I can't smoke around you

because you say it's unhealthy.

Kat, it's not like you're addicted to nicotine.

You've been smoking for two months.

Okay, well, whatever. I just want

to be free to do what I want.

Okay, find, go ahead and smoke.

I don't want to fight.

Look, I'm sorry, okay?

I just... I want you to be happy.

- I think I'm just gonna head home.

- Wait. What?

I'm going. I have studying to do.

Kat, come on. What are...

what are you doing? Just stay.

Goodnight, Oliver.

Oh, my God, what is the matter with you?

Seriously? What did I do?

Kat?

Kat!

I've been looking so long

at these pictures of you

That I almost believe that they're real

I've been living so long

with my pictures of you

That I almost believe that the pictures

Are all I can feel...

Hey! Hi, dad.

- What?

- I can't believe how grown up you look.

Oh, God. Can we forego

the theatrics, please?

Whatever. Act as jaded as you want,

I missed my little girl and

I'm not ashamed to say so.

So how is Berkeley?

Thanks for all the letters, by the way.

- Oh, sorry. Been studying my ass off.

- I know, I know.

You're a big city girl now.

No time for your poor old dad.

I'm glad you're home, sweetheart.

Yeah.

- Sh... should we?

- Yes. No, I got it. I got it.

- Thank you.

- Here.

So, anything new and

exciting around here?

Oh, not really. Pretty much

the same old, same old.

What?

Dad?

Dad, what is it?

Why are you acting all weird?

Well, I do have a bit of news.

Is everything okay?

- Everything's fine. I just...

- Oh, my God, just spit it out already.

I've been seeing someone.

- Really?

- Yes. Does it make you angry?

What? Are you kidding me?

No, dad, mom's been gone a long time.

Why shouldn't you see other women?

Well, good.

- So, what's her name?

- May.

- May?

- She's a sales rep I met at the office.

Dad, that's so great.

Seriously, I'm really happy for you.

Thank you, sweetheart.

That means a lot to me.

So, what are your plans

while you're at home?

I have some studying to do,

but mostly I just wanna relax.

See some old friends.

You know, the usual.

Welcome back, stranger.

- Such a f***ing rebel.

- Kat, you're my new idol.

Oh, my God I've missed you guys.

I mean, my friends at Berkley are nice

and everything, but just kind of boring.

Oh, I missed you too.

What I haven't missed is this

shitty little pisshole of a town.

Oh, my God, my mom told me

to clean my room this morning.

- I almost bludgeoned her to death.

- I can't believe we ever lived here.

Oh, I know.

Though I kind of find it reassuring how

this place never changes. You know?

It's like it's frozen in time.

And you think you've changed?

Oh, yeah. I'd say so. I mean, I definitely

feel more comfortable in my own skin.

School's going well?

And I assume you haven't

heard from your mother.

Nope. Not a word.

How are you feeling about that?

It's been over two years.

I don't know. It's kind of

gotten to the point where

I just don't even expect

to hear from her anymore.

I've just come to this weird

sort of acceptance of it.

Guess I've just moved on. I mean,

even my dad has himself a new girlfriend.

Does that bother you at all?

Why should it?

My mother's gone.

She's never coming back.

Hey.

Hey.

How're you doing?

You look great.

Thank you. You too.

Hey, Aaron, okay if I

grab a smoke break?

Make it quick. We got a

fuckload of work to do.

Come on.

So school's going good?

It's all right. How about you?

How've you been?

You know. Work, taking care of my mom.

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