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o look at the house. It was a storey building, the walls a sky blue and the window panes

ht?" Hillary asked, voicing my thoughts

rched for the ri

than our own place in my father's estate. My mother could aff

x," Hillary added. W

ouse to hug us. She pressed kisses into our chee

did you see here?" Hillar

ass of a town," I said, shaking off the snow o

bad," my mother said, coming to st

nowhere and quiet and sad is the vibe that y

sighed, standing between Hillary and I, and giving our arms a squeeze

ng," I turned, walki

liked to baby me. She felt guilty that my father pushed me hard and there was not

nough to make her feel

rment probably," Hillary replied. I hear

h. I was walking around to see who I could torment. But the truth was, I wanted to see if I could notice the po

y many diners and a sheriff's office. I wondered

joy your movie

t I could recognize it. My eyes found the theatre across the road. There was a short line of peop

egretting that I didn't put gloves on. When it was my turn, I stepped

ninety-nine," she sa

sat behind a glass, those curly brown hair tucked behind her ears and a red scar

hell? Did I just think the

as she handed me the change, s

, holding onto the change and ticket. I didn't know what to say to her because she

cket. "Thank you," I turned quick

I didn't come there to bother her or to remind her of her place. I just

ade a mental note to visit the doctor.

at I was doing but, for some reason, I didn't just want to leave. I felt the need to a

as doing in Lousieville. Was she visiting family? Was this wh

en. I had no idea what was showing but it didn't look that bad. It was a romantic comedy, the usual wher

s I thought. I caught myself lau

ispering to themselves. I would have ignored it but then, I notic

d she was

in a new house and in a theatre: three things I rarely ever did. I guess I could do things differently. And sur