Cry of the Owl Page #5

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What is going on, huh?

Oh, yeah!

Sorry man.

So you're getting that promotion?

That's good news.

Are you gonna take it?

I mean, you gotta take it.

I don't know, man.

Philadelphia?

- Philly's a fun town.

- You been there?

No.

I know it feels like you just got here

and then you're taking off again...

but it's good news.

I'm jealous.

Yeah. I don't like

moving around too much, you know.

It makes me feel like a hobo.

- Makes you feel like a homo?

- Yeah, like a homo.

Goddammit. Did you see that?

That was a hell of strike, Chris!

Bastard.

the f***er does that.

He's got such a stupid way

of throwing the ball, too.

How did you know I was here?

Oh, well, I called your office and

I'd just missed you.

Somebody told

me that you'd be here.

- I hope you don't mind.

- No.

It's just...

Greg's been saying some things

about you to some of our friends.

Like what?

Like... like you won't leave me alone.

Like you're dangerous...

and that you've been stalking me.

And that we met because you were

hanging outside of my house.

You told him?

No. I didn't tell him anything.

I swear.

That's a pretty big f***ing

coincidence, don't you think?

I always had this feeling that somebody

was hanging outside of my house...

and so did he.

That's all that he's going on.

I didn't tell him,

I wouldn't tell anyone.

Great.

That's just f***ing great.

I'm just gonna see if he's free yet.

I'm going to put you on hold, alright?

Just hang on a second.

Hello?

Oh sh*t. Sorry.

Hello?

It's her again.

Oh, sh*t.

Just tell her I'm

in a meeting, would you Jack?

- Again?

- Come on, man.

Okay.

Hello? Miss Thierolf?

Yeah, he's in another meeting

I'm afraid.

Yeah, it's really busy here today.

Back to back.

I'll tell him you called.

Alright. Bye-bye.

I'm sorry, man.

You got locked out, huh?

Come on.

Hey there, Sam!

Real friendly guy, huh?

'Course, his wife died last year,

so he turned real sour, you know?

You don't have to be rude about

it though. It's not my fault she died.

So, "Under the tree, there's the key".

I make these little rhymes up

to remember things, you know?

Like my wife's birthday.

Could never remember it...

but I got this one.

"I see a bird and I remember,

it's gotta be the third of September".

I made that up, so.

"Remember" also rhymes

with November and December.

Yeah, it does.

But her birthday's September,

so that doesn't work, so...

- Okay, so you're in.

- Thanks, Mr Kolbe.

I don't think we should really

see each other anymore.

I'm not somebody that you want

to be around.

I had a very bad breakdown last year,

and I guess...

I understand.

I thought that I was...

gonna kill my wife.

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