After a long time of conciderations, Stan decided to go and see Brigitte. Once he made it to Bailey Downs, he didn't hesitate to go to the Fitzgerald's recidence. When he arrived at the house, Stan rang the doorbell. Seeing as it took a little while before someone answered it, particulary Ginger was getting annoyed.
"Maybe Pam's allready dead, and she can't answer the door." Ginger said, referring to her mother
Stan looked around. He noticed how well the garden was taken care of. Too well even for a house where nobody would live.
"Don't think so." Stan replied.
"What?" Ginger sounded angry, "You'd wish she's still among us?"
Now Stan was annoyed: "Would you just..."
The door opened at that point. It was an old woman who opened it.
"Mrs. Fitzgerald?" Stan asked, to which the woman nodded, "I'm here to see your daughter."
The woman put up a horrified face. She was about to slam the door shut. Stan, however, forsaw this and as a reflex, he used his hand to keep the door from shutting. As a result, his hand got stuck in the door, causing him make a small cry of agony.
The woman opened the door when she heard the cry: "Oh, my god! I'm so sorry."
"Sorry?" Stan didn't seem to care about how she felt, "Why the hell did you shut the door like that?"
The woman didn't answer. What she did do was motion him to come in, which he did.
Once in the living room, the woman, or Pam, was the first one to sit down. Before Stan could, she had allready lit up a cigarette. Not much of a people person, Stan noticed.
As soon as he sat down, Stan asked: "So why did you do it?"
"Do what?" Pam asked.
Stan became even more annoyed: "Shutting the door in my face when I mentioned your daughter!"
"She's dead." Pam said, flatly.
"Are you taking me for a fool?" Stan wasn't trying to hide how he felt about this conversation, "I'm completely aware Ginger's dead! But she isn't your only daughter! You knew damn well it was her I meant!"
When Pam became really quiet, Stan reminded her of the question: "Well?"
Pam still tried to avoid answering: "Who are you to think…?"
"Stanley Harett." Stan answered, before she could even ask the question, "You might not know, but your daughters and I had spend an entire summer with each other. We might have done it again if my parents didn't have to move to Toronto so badly. Now I've only recently found out about Gingers death. And I believe that after all these years I may at least talk to Brigitte ag...
"She's gone." Pam said, quietly, perhaps out of shame.
Stan wasn't sure he heard it right: "Wh… What?"
Pam was almost in tears as she replied: "After Ginger's funeral she just took off. Without a note, without anything at all. After everything she di… Last time I heard she's at a mental hospital.
Suddenly, Ginger had something to say: "Why did that sound like she doesn't even care?"
Concidering that idea, Stan asked: "You sure?"
Pam, as if avoiding the question, said: "She left some of her stuff behind. Wanna take a look?"
Stan sighed, but thought it was best to go with this anyway: "Why not, I guess."