A Little Trip to Heaven Page #5

We can finally get out

of this backward-ass town!

Go ahead, keep running.

You're goddamn right I'll keep

running, 'cause it's sh*t here!

It's sh*t, Isold!

Squattin' here...

trying to squeeze every last

drop outta this frozen land?

It's like we're...

waiting for the weeds to grow

over our own goddamn graves!

If you hate it so much, then why

the f*** don't you stay away!

And take Thor with me?

Look at you.

Mother-f***ing-Teresa

all of a sudden.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Let us not forget how you got these.

Quiet in the corridors and no running!

May I help you, young man?

Are you looking for a student of ours?

A former student.

Sorry, Ma'am.

Who, might I ask, are you looking for?

Freddy McBride.

McBride?

Do you mean Frederick McBride?

Yeah!

You remember him?

I'm sorry, who did you say you were again?

We don't tend to discuss the

private records of our students

with perfect strangers,

I'm sure you understand.

Well, don't worry,

I'm... I'm... I'm family.

Family?

Yeah, yeah,

I'm... I'm... I'm...

I'm his brother-in-law.

Really?

Frederick McBride.

What was your name again?

My name?

Yeah.

Kelvin.

Kelvin Anderson.

Kelvin Anderson?

Yeah. Fred's married to my sister, Isold.

So, Frederick McBride

is married to your sister?

Yeah.

Anderson.

Anderson.

Well.

Kelvin Anderson.

Welcome back to Mid Valley Central.

You from up North?

Yeah.

How could you tell?

We don't get too many

outsiders round these parts.

You a cop?

Martha, tell me, how long

you been workin' here?

Since I was about 15.

You must know lots of folks around here.

I reckon I've served the

entire town once or twice.

Do you know the McBrides?

Sylvia McBride?

Yeah. Sylvia.

You know her?

Why you lookin' for Sylvia, officer?

No, no, I'm not a cop.

See, I'm... I'm... I'm with the

State Assessment's office.

It seems we owe her some money.

We overcharged her on some

property taxes years back

but it's tough, I haven't

been able to locate her.

That's 'cause she don't live here no more.

You wouldn't happen to know

whereabouts she went, would you?

No.

Maybe you can tell me

where she used to live.

I'm sure I could track her down that way.

How much money did you say it was?

It's a lot.

It's... it's... it's a lot.

She used to live on Route 12.

About 15 miles past the junction.

You got a street address?

Honey, there ain't

no street signs out there.

I try to do it quietly

Not a whisper, More like a shock

I try to Disorganize neatly

What to keep

And... what to block

Are you a McBride?

No. You?

No.

I don't reckon you belong

around here neither.

Do you know where I can find the McBrides?

Follow me.

Don't let the fire get you.

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