White Bird in a Blizzard Page #5

Same old, same old.

How is she?

- My mom?

- Yeah.

Batshit crazy as ever.

Can I have one?

Sure.

- You're smoking now?

- Sometimes. Thanks.

When'd you get back into town?

Couple of days ago.

I'm sorry... I would have called sooner.

Just been really busy, and...

Whatever. It's cool.

But... we should, we should

hang out while I'm here.

Catch a movie or something?

Yeah. Sounds good.

Here 'til Thursday.

Cool.

You don't have to, you know.

Have to what?

See me.

I mean...

I know you might not have

time for an a**hole like me,

now that you're a hot

sh*t college student.

Phil...

What are you talking about?

Of course I want to see you.

Right, whatever.

I better get back to work

before my boss has a cow.

Yeah.

I am so sorry that I'm late.

Traffic was ridiculous.

No problem, sweetheart.

Kat, this is May. May, Kat.

I'm so happy we finally

get the chance to meet.

- I've heard so much about you.

- Oh, me too.

And you're even lovelier

than your father described.

I'm sure that's not true,

but thank you anyway.

So how long will you

be in town, Katrina?

Oh, just a week.

Then it's back to the salt mines.

- Kat got almost all "A" s her first semester.

- Wow, congratulations.

Yeah. I lucked out. Have you

guys ordered yet? I'm starved.

Your favourite, the spinach artichoke

appetiser. It's already on its way.

Oh, yes.

I'm going to make a quick trip to

the ladies room. If the waiter comes,

- you know what I want.

- Right, okay.

So...

- Are you all right with this?

- What? You mean May?

Yeah, Dad I like her. She seems sweet.

I just don't want it

to be awkward for you.

Dad, I told you I am thrilled

that you met someone.

Seriously, you deserve to be happy.

Took off your wedding ring.

It makes May uncomfortable.

I put it back on when she's not around.

Why bother? I mean, mom left us.

She's the one who made that choice.

I accept that now.

It's about time we

get on with our lives.

Mom?

Kat.

What is it? What's wrong?

I put my hands in the water,

and they disappeared.

What?

I was doing the dishes

and the water was so cold.

There was a spoon at the

bottom of the sink, and...

when I lifted my hands out of the water...

What's the matter?

Nothing.

Just have strange dreams sometimes.

Oh, yeah?

Yeah.

They started after

my mother disappeared.

Used to get them all the time. It's actually

the first one I've had in weeks.

Hardly ever talk about your mother.

There's not much to say. She's gone.

The shrink says dreams are meaningless.

I don't think I agree with that.

What do you think my dreams mean?

- You really want my opinion?

- Of course. Why wouldn't I?

As you know, we did an

exhaustive search for your mother.

Exhaustive? You guys

barely even looked for her.

Actually, a very thorough

investigation was done.

We spent over two years

looking for your mom.

Not a single trace was ever found.

Whatever.

So where do you think she is?

I think she's dead.

What?

Well, you said yourself

she was having an affair,

which we confirmed. With your neighbour,

- Mrs. Blangman?

- Mrs. Hillman.

Whatever. She said...

your mom had a boyfriend.

How would she know?

- She's nosey.

- She can't see.

Wait... whatever. Even if my

mom did have a boyfriend,

doesn't it just make it that much more

likely that she just ran off somewhere?

What?

What? What is it?

What aren't you saying?

We did a thorough background

check on your father.

Several interviewees told us

that he was a pretty

jealous and volatile man.

My dad is a f***ing wimp.

That's why he used

to drive my mom crazy.

- Not according to Bob and Margie Carlsen.

- Who are they?

Your former neighbours. Your parents used

to live next door to them in Riverside.

They told us that when

your father suspected

your mother had a thing for Bob Carlsen,

he lit a trash can on fire and

he tossed it onto their patio.

That's ridiculous.

Never even heard of these people,

and that was two decades ago.

Fine, if my dad was so dangerous,

then why didn't you ever arrest him?

No evidence.

We didn't even have sufficient

cause for a search warrant.

Asked for my professional opinion,

and I told you.

Kat, that's just what I think.

Which is?

I think you father caught your mother

f***ing her boyfriend and he killed her.

Well, then what did he do with the body?

That's a damn mystery.

Kat.

Come on. Where are you going?

You know what I think, Detective?

I think you're full of sh*t.

Come on, strong man.

You can do better than that.

What, like this?

No. Harder.

Put those muscles to

good used for a change.

That's better. That's it.

Come on, give it a whack.

You're already here?

Yeah. I was just helping

your mom with dinner.

Unlike some people.

Hi, Mrs. Hillman. It's Kat.

I'm sorry, were you in bed?

Oh, oh, no. I... I was just lying down.

I... I haven't been feeling well.

Well, I'm sorry to bother you.

But... is Phil here?

No. He isn't.

Do you know where he is?

I'm afraid not. That boy

sometimes goes out gallivanting

'til all hours of the night.

Okay, well, could you please tell him

to call me as soon as he gets home?

- It's kind of important.

- Of course.

Thank you.

Sorry again for bothering you.

Oh, it's... it's no problem.

- Goodnight, dear.

- Good night.

I don't think it's right with her here.

- But if Kat says she's comfortable, I don't...

- I don't care what Kat said.

Dad?

Honey?

I'm sorry. I didn't mean to wake you.

If you two are arguing over whether or

not May can sleep over, it's totally fine.

- Sweetheart, I don't think...

- No, no, no, dad, seriously. I don't mind.

Well, you're sick, and we have to

get you to the airport tomorrow.

I'm almost better.

My flight's not until the afternoon.

You know what, this is my house

and I call the shots around here.

Sorry, Kat.

I didn't mean for you

to get dragged into this.

To Phil, may he rest in pieces.

Oh, my God.

No, f*** Phil.

Seriously, f*** him.

The jerk never even called me back.

That's the spirit. F*** Phil.

Or, rather, don't f*** Phil.

Stop f***ing Phil.

Yeah. F*** that hot stud cop instead.

Done and done.

You know, he said something

kind of weird the other night.

What'd he say? "I'm gonna plough

you 'til you can't walk straight"?

No.

Yeah, it was so...

He said that he thinks

my dad killed my mother.

What?

What?

I... I told you that, Kat. Ages ago.

We both did.

What are you talking about?

It was right after your mom disappeared,

and you just didn't

seem to want to hear it.

Remember? I asked if maybe

your dad had something to hide?

You just blew it off. You said he was

too transparent to hide anything.

You guys are f***ing crazy.

Yeah. Forget it.

We both watch way too much bad TV.

But that's why you love us, right?

God, there's nothing more disgusting

than warm, flat champagne.

- Here, give me that.

- What?

The bottle, please.

- What are you doing?

- It's a trick I learned at school.

You put the bottle in the

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