White Bird in a Blizzard

Mom?

- Kat?

- You okay?

Yeah.

I'm fine

- Why are you all dressed up?

- What do you mean?

- What time is it?

- Almost five.

Really?

I need to get dinner started.

I was 17 when my mother disappeared.

Just as I was becoming

nothing but my body,

flesh and blood, and raging hormones.

She stepped out of hers

and left it behind.

Hi, Mrs. Hillman. Is Phil home?

No. I'm sorry, Katrina.

He's... he's not back yet.

Really?

Supposed to pick me up from school.

I'm sure he's on his way.

You know how he is.

Would you like to come in and...

and wait for him?

That's okay.

Just tell him that I stopped by.

I will.

- Thanks, Mrs. Hillman.

- Oh, no problem, dear.

Dad?

What are you doing home already?

- Have you seen your mother?

- No, why?

She's gone.

What do you mean she's gone?

I came home and she wasn't here.

She's probably at the

store or something.

Her car is in the garage.

Oh, my God, stop being so melodramatic.

She'll turn up.

I called everyone. Nobody's seen her.

Dad, don't worry.

I'm sure everything's fine.

Yeah.

I'm going to my room.

Yeah, it was weird.

She didn't leave a note or anything.

And dad is totally freaking out.

Where do you think she is?

Maybe she finally left him. She's been

threatening to for all these years.

Well, was she, like,

acting weird or something?

No weirder than usual.

Actually, no. Last week I came home from

school and I found her sleeping in my bed.

- What?

- Yeah. Random, right?

When she woke up, she seemed like,

all confused and out of it.

I think she was still half in a dream.

So, anyways, where the

hell were you today?

Oh, yeah.

Sorry, I... I was hanging

out at Thomas', and...

And you were stoned.

Maybe.

You want me to come over?

I don't know, I kind of have

a lot of homework to do.

Since when do you give

a shit about homework?

My mom's been on my case

lately about my grades.

Phil, we haven't had sex in,

like, over a week.

I miss fucking you.

Same here, babe. But...

you know what they say.

Absence makes the heart get stronger.

Yeah.

- Phil, are you in there?

- I'm on the phone.

Could you come out here

for a minute, honey?

I heard a strange noise outside.

You're always hearing strange noises.

Yeah, I'll be out in a sec.

I gotta go. My crazy mom

is imagining things again.

'Kay. Talk to you later.

Okay.

So, no word?

You think we should call the police?

I don't want them coming here

for all the neighbours to see.

Your mother wouldn't like it.

If we don't hear anything by morning,

let's take a drive down to the station.

Mom?

Mom?

Mom?

Mom, what happened?

When I was little, my mother

tried to curl my hair.

Oh, well. We tried.

It looks a little fuller, I suppose.

She named me Katrina so

that she could call me Kat,

because she always wanted a pet.

Come here, Kat.

Purr for me, kitty. Come on. Purr.

That's it. Good, good little kitty.

For years I thought I was her pet.

Kat?

Kat?

Mama?

I'm here, Kat.

I'm here.

No more for you.

God, you're getting fatter by the hour.

My mother always wanted me to be a sylph,

all lithe and elegant like her.

And when I hit puberty, my body

changed seemingly overnight,

the bulk melting off like

I was a snowman in the sun.

Only, instead of finally pleasing her,

that somehow made her

resent me even more.

- Do you love the boy?

- God, Jesus, you scared me.

How long have you been standing there?

Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you.

- Well, are you going to answer my question?

- What question?

That boy next door. Do you love him?

What are you talking about?

It's none of your business.

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