Chapter 1668 Lost In A Wrong Turn:>80
- They had arrived in Haddonfield and had asked Mr. Price if they could stay with him. Heather's mentor wasn't one to refuse Heather much of anything. Laurie thought the whole thing very surreal. Heather's father's house was right down the street, but Heather wasn't going to stay there. It just seemed wrong to her. But her opinion changed when she finally the man in question. Heather's father, whose first name was Jeremy, was a widower less than two days, and it smelled like he had been drinking that entire time. Heather had gone to pay a courtesy visit, and Laurie had gone with her. The house had been slightly cleaned, but there were still beer bottles and cigarette ashes all over the place. Windows had been boarded up when broken rather than replaced. Mr. Englund had actually leered slightly lecherously at Laurie when he had first seen her, but that turned to disgust when he discovered that she was his daughter's "dyke friend." Just being around him for ten minutes made Laurie's skin crawl. One of his poker buddies came over and made some offhand comment about making "a real woman" out of one or both of them, and Heather's father just laughed. Heather's fist had clenched and her whole body was trembling in pure rage, so she decided it was best that she cut the visit short. Heather's mother wasn't even in the ground yet, and her father's friends were whistling at the two of them on the way out the door.
- They had avoided any further contact with Heather's family and "friends" until the funeral itself. The preacher's words seemed so hollow during the ceremony. They were the generic things that were said about generic people when no one cared enough to write anything else. Heather's mother had been a chain-smoking alcoholic who had always looked the other way when Heather was suffering her father's anger, mostly because it meant she didn't have to take the blows herself. She had experimented with drugs and adultery, and both had left their marks. The most skilled mortician in the world couldn't make that face look peaceful. Heather's mother had died a long time ago, but her body had simply kept moving around and taking up space. Laurie glanced around at the other attendees. 'How did someone like Heather come from a place like this . . . from people like this?' Laurie thought. 'How could someone with as much passion as she has come from two people with no passion at all?' She looked at her girlfriend and gingerly took her hand. She felt Heather accepting her hand and gripping it tightly. The blonde girl felt a tear developing in the corner of her eye. She admired Heather more at the moment than she had in the rest of their relationship together, and that was saying something. And the strangest thing was that the tear in her eye was probably the only one shed at that event.
- The wake itself was the most uncomfortable thing Laurie ever had to attend. A woman, however sad she may have been in life, had just died, and no one seemed to care. She wondered if many of them even really noticed the woman was gone. But they noticed Laurie though. They noticed an attractive woman on the arm of another attractive woman, even though one of those girls was the daughter of the deceased. Laurie was sickened when she and Heather were actually propositioned while they were supposed to be mourning the loss of life. Finally, Heather had enough. She grabbed Laurie by the hand and headed towards the door of her father's house.