"You can go and blame it on a simple twist of fate." Thats what my dad says. I always thought about it and how it related to me life, even if it is just his way of incorporating Dylan into his everyday life. His love for Dylan was almost as big as his love for Conrad. When I called him to tell him Conrad was coming to town I knew he would be excited. He did his normal excited thing: higher voice and faster speaking pace. I told him I would buy the tickets if he wanted to come, how naive of me.
I knew he what he was going to say, the same story every time.
"I'm sorry Bessy, I just can't leave Sue."
"She has doctors appointments and nobody else can take her".
"I just don't think I can leave her alone right now."
Something about the consistency was comforting, even if I knew they were just his lines. I could tell that he hated not being able to come but knew he had a duty to his wife of 15 year. I had to tell myself that it was okay that he couldn't come, I had just seen them two months ago for my 21st birthday. Sue was in a wheelchair and she kept telling me how jealous she was of my thick brown hair, just like hers used to be. She has always compared herself to me, people always thought she was my mother when we were seen together. We both were a little above average height, dark brown eyes and hair. She look more like me than my Pamala Anderson-esque mother.
Once he updated me on Sue, he asked me about Mr. Evans. I told him I didn't know him well, trying to change the subject as quickly as I could. We said goodbye and I got ready to head down to the police station again, they had called me and said I needed to come down for more questioning regarding the whereabouts of Mr. Evans and I's conversation the night he died.
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