Home Sweet Home

my mother is still alive?

"My missing 30 days."

I sighed, heavily.

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"What missing days?" Calvin inquired as he cleaned his glasses.

He put them on and stared at me.

Stupidly.

Or was that just his normal look?

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I gave him the 'duh' look.

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Harold was nodding his head.

"The nerd is right. What missing days?"

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Calvin turned to Harold.

"Thank you. I think."

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Harold continued.

"You were never missing. Now if you wanted to call it the 'weird' 30 days, then that would be a more accurate description."

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I looked at Harold. At Calvin. At Russell.

"WELL?"

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"Well what?" Russell crowed.

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"I think he is referring to the 30 weird days," Harold added.

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Russell nodded.

"Oh, those. Yea. You were a little strange Krall. Even stranger than normal."

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Calvin and Harold agreed.

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"WELL SOMEONE TELL ME WHAT THE FUCK YOU ARE TALKING ABOUT?"

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"Please don't use that word, Krall," Betty asked.

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"What word?"

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"The puck word."

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"I think she means fuck, Krall," Russell suggested.

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"No shit."

I let out a long sigh.

"Now what about the lost days?"

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"No biggie Krall. It was just 30 strange days."

Russell flew over and stood on the arm of the couch.

"You were like you were in a daze. You would get up every morning and get dressed, in the same clothes, I might add. After a week or so, you were a little rancid there, big guy."

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"Your point, bird?"

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"Calm down, human. Geez, talk about ..."

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"RUSSELL!!!"

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He took a deep crow sigh.

"As I was saying, got up, dressed and then you would come downstairs and get coffee. And then you would leave. You would just walk out the back door and disappear.