White Bird in a Blizzard Page #3

feel the car hit something.

I get out, and I look all around

but there's nobody, nothing. Just...

snow and blinding whiteness everywhere.

I've been having these dreams

ever since my mom left.

That's not unusual, especially given

the trauma of your situation.

However, contrary to popular belief,

dreams don't necessarily mean anything.

We all have strange dreams.

But in most cases, it's just your

brain's way of letting off steam

at the end of the day.

Oh.

I'm worried about you, Kat.

What do you mean?

This is too much to

deal with on your own.

Is that shrink you're

seeing helping any?

I guess. I've only

been a couple of times.

Yeah, well, my mom said therapy

helped her a lot after my dad left.

I still don't understand how

she could do this to you.

- She wanted out, I guess.

- So? That's no excuse.

Least my dad told us he was leaving.

He didn't just...

leave us in the dark, wondering.

Whatever. Can we just

stop talking and f***?

Gotta get back before my mom freaks out.

- Plus isn't your dad coming home soon?

- No, not for at least an hour.

Yeah, well, last thing I want

is for him to catch us again.

Last time he got so mad I

thought he was gonna kill me.

Just...

- give your shrink a chance, will you?

- All right.

Seriously. You need to let

some of your anger out.

You're gonna crack. Just like your mom.

It's like a vicious "circus".

Catch you later.

I don't mean to sound crass,

but if I don't get some dick soon

- I'm going to explode.

- Join the f***ing club, sister.

Look on the bright side.

At least you've had real sex.

I'm so paranoid about AIDS I have

to live vicariously through you.

Okay, well, the problem is

that once you've had real sex,

it's, like, all you

can ever think about.

And Phil barely even touches me anymore.

He gives me goodnight peck and that's it.

What? That's f***ed up.

I know. It's, like,

we're some old married couple.

Maybe you should bang that

hot detective you're so into.

What? What are you talking about?

He's, like, 40.

That's not even legal I don't think.

Kat, he's a cop. If anyone knows how to

do sh*t without getting caught, he does.

Yeah, plus you'll be 18

in a few weeks anyway.

Okay, whatever. I am not screwing

a 40 year old cop. Okay?

Back to the problem at hand,

getting Phil to f*** me.

Well, have you talked to him about it?

I tried. All he says is that,

he's got a lot on his mind,

and that I need to

cut him some "slacks".

Oh, my God, what a f***ing moron!

I know. I know Phil's not the

brightest crayon in the box.

That is the understatement

of the century.

That's what I kind of

like about him, you know?

He's just simple.

I know that sounds perverse,

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