White Bird in a Blizzard Page #6

freezer for a few minutes,

and it is chilled to perfection.

Come and help me.

- Mickey?

- There's no way that I am moving

a bunch of old, mouldy newspapers.

F*** that.

Get your skinny gay ass over here.

Get that one.

It's stuck.

What the...

Why would you lock a f***ing freezer?

What the hell is going on down here?

Nothing. We're just talking,

and drinking champagne.

Well, it's time for

your friends to leave.

What are you talking about?

You heard me, Kat. The party is over.

Are you joking?

Dad, I hate to break it to you,

but I'm a f***in' adult.

You can't tell me what to do.

When you're under my roof,

you will do as I say.

And I'm saying your friends

need to go home, now.

- Oh, my God. What is your problem?

- Cool it. It's... it's okay, Kat.

- Yeah. Don't worry about it.

- No...

Goodnight, Mr. Connors.

Wait, I'll walk you guys out.

Thank you for completely humiliating

me in front of my friends.

So f***ing glad I'm getting

out of here tomorrow.

Sorry my dad is being such a douche.

Whatever. I gotta fly out

early tomorrow anyway.

- Me too, and I'm not even packed yet.

- Sure you're okay to drive?

Unlike you lightweights,

I can handle my liquor.

- God, I'm gonna miss you guys.

- Oh, my God, drama queen.

It'll be summer soon, and we'll

be back in this rancid hellhole

for three freakin' months.

I know. Yeah, well, take care.

Don't forget to write.

Yeah. You too, shithead.

- Bye, Kat. Have a safe flight, all right?

- You too.

Hey.

Hey.

Are you all right?

- You look drunk.

- Oh, yeah?

Look who's talking.

So you've been avoiding

me on purpose, or what?

- What do you mean?

- I came by your house last week.

Told your mother that

I needed to talk to you.

Really?

I didn't get the message.

What did you want to talk to me about?

Just been thinking

about a lot of things.

You know, I feel like after...

my mother left,

everything changed between us.

We were different. You were different.

Everything was different after that.

Phil, where were you that day?

You were supposed to pick me up from school.

I told you. I was at Thomas'.

My God, don't you get it?

It doesn't matter anymore.

You don't have to lie.

What do you mean?

What makes you think that I'm lying?

Okay, I'm not accusing you of lying.

All I'm saying is whatever it is that

you know, you can just tell me.

You know what? What we had was sweet,

and cute, and great and everything, but...

I think we both know that it's over.

It's in the past,

and I need to know what happened that

day so that I can move on with my life.

Please, Phil, I'm not gonna get

mad at you. I just want to know.

I told you. I don't know anything.

Was there something going on

between you and my mother?

- What?

- You heard me. Were you f***ing my mom?

- Because some people think that you were.

- What... what... what people?

Kat, you're... you're drunk. And crazy.

Phil, I just need to know!

Please, I don't care what it is.

I just cannot keep living my life in the

dark just, like, f***ing wondering!

I can't help you, Kat.

I'm sorry.

But I will tell you one thing.

Your dad knows where she is.

He's been keeping her up

his sleeve this whole time.

What do you mean?

Don't ask me.

Ask him.

Kat!

Kat! I'm up here!

Over here!

No! This way!

Yes! Right in front of you!

I'm right here, Kat.

Help me!

Please! Help me, Kat!

Help me!

Kat!

What are you doing?

Dad?

Do you know where mom is?

What?

Do you know where mom is?

Because Phil says that you do.

Phil? Your stoner boyfriend

who can't keep a job?

The answer is no, I don't.

Anything else?

Well, clean up this mess. We have to

get you to the airport in a few hours.

Dad?

I'm sorry.

It's all right.

So make sure to call so I know

that you landed all right.

Okay.

So see you in a couple of months?

I love you, baby.

I love you too.

I should probably board.

See you.

Goodbye, sweetheart.

That was the last time I saw my father.

It turns out Beth,

Mickey and Theo were right.

A few weeks after I left,

my dad got shitfaced drunk in a bar,

and confessed to killing my mother.

He hung himself in his

jail cell with a sheet.

Before he died, he revealed that my

mother's body was in the freezer,

and that he'd taken it out during

the night while I was sleeping.

He buried her up in the mountains.

Since it'd been frozen for so long,

her corpse decomposed freakishly fast,

turning to liquid as it melted.

By the time they dug her up,

there was basically nothing left.

I was seventeen when

my mother disappeared.

Like, one day she was there,

cleaning, making dinner,

and the next...

she was gone.

Stop it.

Evie, stop.

Evie.

Stop.

Please.

Evie.

Stop!

Stop.

Because I never saw my mother again,

she remains in absence to me.

An empty space.

An invisible, half remembered ghost.

So even now I catch myself thinking

that I'm gonna run into her some day.

Like I'll be at a stop light,

and look over at the car next to me

and there she'll be,

scowling at me with disapproval.

Or I'll spot her across some

crowded street, or train station,

and we'll run toward each other like

one of those cheesy TV movies.

She'll hug me like a long, lost lover,

then take my face in her long,

graceful hands,

look me in the eyes and say...

"I'm here, Kat.

I'm here."

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