- Tell me about your mother. - Some lazy psychiatry Doctor Lecter.
Low hanging fruit.
I suspect that fruit is on a high branch.
- Very difficult to reach. - So is my mother.
- Never knew her. - An interesting place to start.
Tell me about your mother, let's start there.
Both my parents died when I was very young.
The proverbial orphan until I was adopted by my uncle Robertos when I was 16.
You have orphan in common with Abigail Hobbs.
I think you'll discover that you and I have a great deal in common with Abigail.
She's already demonstrated an aptitude for the psychological.
There's something so foreign about family,
like an ill fitting suit.
I never connected to the concept.
I followed my father from the boatyards of
Biloxi and Greenville, to lakeboats on Eerie.
Always the new boy at school, always the stranger.
Always.
You created a family for yourself.
I've only connected a family of strays,
and thank you for feeding them while I was away.
I was refering to Abigail.
A modified Boudin Noir from Ali Bab's Gatronomie Practique.
You promised to deliver your wife to my dinner table.
Well we'll have to polish up our act, we can't have
you diagnosing our marital problems all in one fell swoop.
- What am I about to put in my mouth? - Rabbit.
- He should have hopped faster. - Yes he should have.
- But fortunately for us he did not. - Mmm mmm.
Our friend Will seems haunted today.
We don't know what nightmares lie coiled beneath Will's pillow.
He still suspects Abigail Hobbs in her father's crimes.
Perhaps the nightmare under Will's pillow,
is that he was wrong about her.
Children tranport us to our childhoods.
Will may feel the tug of life before the FBI, before you.
Simpler times in boatyards with dad.
That life is an anker streamed behind him in heavy weather.
He needs an anker Jack.
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