Cry of the Owl Page #6

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But you didn't.

Look, you're not listening to me.

Right? I'm terrified.

I'm terrified one day I'm gonna

wake up...

and I'm gonna look in the mirror,

and I'm not gonna know who I am anymore.

Nothing you say will frighten

me, Robert. I can help you.

This was meant to be. It was.

The way that we met.

I know it was.

Come on.

"This was meant to be".

I mean, it's bullshit!

Do you really believe that crap?

Look, I'm leaving anyway.

I just got a promotion,

so I'm moving to Philadelphia.

- I love you Robert.

- What?

I know that you feel something for me.

The way that you look at me, I...

I can see it in your eyes.

I came by your house because

I enjoyed watching you happy...

with someone else.

Someone else, okay?

Not me.

I... yeah.

Sh*t.

Hey, no look.

No, wait, hey, no wait...

You dirty son of a b*tch!

God.

Come here you...

I'm sorry, I know that I...

Oh my God!

What happened to your face?

Nothing. Greg just

tried to kill me, that's all.

What? What happened?

What happened? I was

driving along in my car...

he cames by me in his truck,

nearly runs me off the road.

Then I get out, I try to talk to him,

he tries to take my f***ing head off.

I mean we're fighting like something

out of a f***ing cowboy movie.

I throw one lucky punch, I knock him

out, he ends up face down in the river.

Don't ask me why I went in to get him,

because I was f***ing furious.

I wanted to drown the bastard.

Oh my God, Robert, I'm so sorry.

I feel like it's my fault.

But I...

I should have known that

this was going to happen.

God, I hate him.

Don't hate him.

He's just thinks that

he's protecting you.

Yeah, well, I hope I never

see him again.

I've been thinking about Philadelphia.

I'm gonna come with you.

Well I...

You do know that's not gonna happen,

don't you? I'm going on my own.

Could I sleep here tonight?

Please, I...

Just for tonight.

It's just that... Greg has been coming

by my place and I just...

I've been feeling

so miserable at home.

Okay, you can.

I mean, I sleep on the couch.

You can take my bed,

I sleep on the couch.

No, I wanna sleep on the couch.

Okay, if you want.

I'll go get you some blankets.

I won't bother you any more after

this Robert. I mean it.

Jenny, what are you doing?

- No, no, Jenny...

- Please don't push me away.

No, no, Jenny, no.

It's not gonna happen.

Jenny, please don't cry.

I'm sorry.

Good morning!

Are you hungry?

I'm making blueberry pancakes.

- Lf I were on Death Row...

- Death Row?

Yeah, if I were on Death Row, I'd want

my last meal to be blueberry pancakes.

What would yours be?

I don't know. I haven't really thought

about it that much, strangely enough.

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