The Uninvited Page #3

I was nervous, okay?

So I drank a bunch,

and no one has ever accused me

of being smart,

so I was dumb and drunk.

But I was worried about you.

I even went looking for you.

What do you mean?

I followed you home that night, Anna.

I was here. I saw everything.

Running a little late, aren't you, Matt?

- Thanks. That's all we need.

- Okay.

- I'll just... I'll see you around.

- Bye.

Why don't you bring these supplies

up to the generator room?

And then come up.

Your father's starved.

- Your agent called today.

- Really?

Yeah. I didn't know

he rents a house up here.

Yeah, the last five years.

He likes to pretend to fish.

I think he has the editor of

The Book Review as a houseguest.

- Oh, yeah?

- Yeah.

So, I invited them for dinner

on Friday night.

- Really?

- Along with a few other people.

- Well, why not?

- Well...

We never have anyone to the house.

It'll be fun.

Please.

- Okay.

- Okay.

Murderer!

Anna?

What are you doing down here?

Hey. Are you okay?

It was Mom.

- What?

- I saw Mom!

What are you talking about?

Anna?

Anna!

She's been trying to tell me something.

- What?

- The fire wasn't an accident.

It was her.

Rachel just happened to

have the night off.

Yeah, right.

- Alex...

- No, it all makes sense now.

She left Mom,

parked her car down the street,

put on those little white shoes,

and walked back down

to the boathouse.

- Maybe we're jumping to conclusions.

- Excuse me,

I'm not the one that

saw our dead mother

point the finger

at Dad's creepy girlfriend.

Yeah, I think it was just a dream.

Anna, you were wide awake. I saw you.

Well, maybe it was all in my head.

Maybe so.

But it doesn't change

what both of us know.

That tap didn't leak. Rachel turned it on.

She killed Mom,

and she's not gonna get away with it.

Hello? Hello in there?

- Did she hear us?

- I don't know.

Listen, I'm going into town

to do some shopping for this party.

Would you like to come?

Have some retail therapy,

maybe grab lunch?

I'm totally hung over

and I'm expecting a headache later.

- But Anna wants to come.

- What? No.

What about Matt?

You could see him, talk to him.

I thought you said he came back

to the house that night.

- How about it, Anna?

- Come on.

You can go, and I can stay here

and dig through her stuff. Go on.

- You know, we can do it another time.

- No.

I'll be down in a minute.

I'm just gonna find

something cute to wear.

You little suck-up.

Your dad hates it when I drive fast.

- Our little secret, okay?

- Our little secret.

What happened to my mom's car?

Well, we discussed it,

and we just felt like

the family needed something more fun.

My one good piece ofjewelry.

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