Before I Disappear Page #3

friend you know that...

she doesn't have a husband.

Even when she was married,

she didn't have a husband.

Hey, who are you? Who are you? Hello?

Hello? Miss Best Friend!

Who are you, Miss Best

Friend Person who are you?

There was a...

blonde woman over here.

I bet.

Alright, never mind.

So she, she hasn't

called yet or anything?

No.

- Is she ever late like this?

- Never.

Well, let's not get worried, I guess.

Maybe... maybe it's

possible that she,

I don't know hung out with

some friends after work

- or got a drink or something.

- No. Never.

It's not possible?

No. It is not possible.

She never hangs out with friends.

She's never late.

She never allows me to be late.

She never drinks.

She never smokes, and she never has left

someone like you looking after me. Ever.

Yeah, well, there's a

first for everything.

As soon as she gets home,

you can get back to your life.

- Did you draw this?

- Yes.

Another artist in the family.

That's really good.

You know, it reminds me...

I draw too. I used to draw these

flip-books when I was younger.

You know what flip-books are?

Anyway, I had this cartoon

character named Sophia.

Sophia and all her little adventures.

Your mom used to love 'em.

She'd laugh at them,

she thought they were funny.

She thought they were real cool.

I don't know.

I don't remember us growing

up with anyone named Sophia.

Sometimes I wonder, if maybe

she named you after...

these flip-books I used to make.

I don't know. Maybe she

mentioned something.

She doesn't talk about you.

Actually, she said you

were passive-aggressive.

- Passive what?

- Passive-aggressive?

Passive-aggressive? Passive-aggressive?

What does that mean?

Look, I have a test tomorrow morning.

So if you wouldn't mind...

You got a pencil over there?

Make sure you return it.

Dear Vista this is the

third draft of a letter

that is supposed to

only be written once.

I'm writing to you from a view of the

beautiful city that I know you loved.

I, unfortunately, need to stick

around a little while longer.

But I'm starting not to feel so good

and I'm wondering how long

I can keep this thing up.

Mom? Okay.

He's here.

I love you too.

She wants to talk to you.

You can use that phone.

Go into the other room.

- I give you one thing to do.

- What?

You dropped her off alone?

- She told me to.

- She told you to?

- I don't know what to do with her.

- Clearly.

Nothing changes with you. It's incredible.

You're a marvel of modern science.

You asked me to pick the kid up and I did.

You didn't tell me what to do afterwards.

What was the plan then?

You were gonna drop her off alone

and disappear for another 5 years?

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