:55:01
So up went her little soldier...
:55:04
...while she waited downstairs.
:55:06
This old lady led me to his desk.
:55:10
And before she left me there, made sure
to give me a nice pat on the head.
:55:14
I wanted to break her fucking hand.
:55:18
So, I sat down in my father's chair
and I started looking in his desk.
:55:22
Each drawer that I opened was the same.
:55:25
No books, no pencils...
:55:27
...just row upon row
of meticulously stacked cigarettes.
:55:32
Thousands of them.
:55:38
And all I could think was...
:55:40
...not the extent to which
my father's sickness had damaged him...
:55:44
...but rather:
:55:45
"Gosh...
:55:47
"...how would somebody do this without
anyone in the office being the wiser?"
:55:51
You know, not "my father's so far fucking
gone, he ain't never comin' back..."
:55:57
...but just:
:56:03
"How the fuck
did he get all of these cigarettes...
:56:10
"...into this desk?"
:56:14
You were numb.
:56:20
Sookie...
:56:22
...I am numb.