Winged Creatures Page #2

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My dad owns his own driving

school, one room one car.

Small business on his

own after my mama died.

He owns this house's free and

clear, he don't owe nobody.

So no I'm not aware of any bad

things or business deals

Not for several years anyway since

he owed them that gambling marker?

Excuse me?

- We heard about that.

I have no idea what your talking about.

Now, if there is nothing else, I

have a babysitter waiting inside.

Miss Hammet, I know you want any word on

your father's whereabouts and condition.

Thanks for saying it detective.

Excuse me.

I was at the diner this

morning before it all happened.

You were not, why?

- For a coffee on the way to the hospital.

What?

Then on the way out...

I held the door open for the

guy who shot everybody.

How do you know it was him?

Ten minutes later they wheeled everyone in, he

was there with a big f***ing hole in his head.

Are you OK?

Yeah, I'm fine. It's not like I

was still there when it happened.

Darling!

- Crazy, right?

Can I get you a drink?

- Yeah, that'd be good.

Did the suit come back from the cleaners?

I'll bring it in.

Thank you.

- You're welcome.

Thank you.

- You're welcome.

You know Stu, you look at

everything that happened here...

And it's hard not to

speculate on the toll...

had the gunmen entered the scene just

ten minutes later during the hight...

Do you think he's sleeping?

He was out like a light last I looked.

The man said keep him home quiet,

he'll talk when he's ready.

Sweetie?...

Sweetie?

My God!

Jimmy, down!

Come on.

Big crowd.

Half of them didn't even know that Hagen

guy. Or Carlin, least I worked for him once.

Well I was cleaning tables when

they came in, didn't even see me I guess.

So you gonna let me take you out

for that beer at Clusky's.

Thanks, no biggie.

See you around, Carla.

Who was my father?

An example of the kind of

faith that we need most.

When we are scared or tempted

by doubts, or guilt, or hatred.

So the Lord leads us on to fly

high to the gates of heaven.

To let him judge us and my father.

He gave his life for mine

and Jimmy Jaspersen's.

My father who hid us and

held on to my hands smiling.

He was my dad.

Wait.

Kneel with me Lori,

to be as brave as our dads.

Let's pray to be strong

enough to forgive.

I want to, but...

- Lori, honey.

My dad was so grateful. It's what he'd want.

I know that, God knows that.

Jimmy and I are witnesses.

Partners in prayer, aren't we.

Witnesses to love and

bravery to be proud of.

We just want to say how sorry we are.

And Bob too.

Thank God one of us can testify.

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