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Little Toy Bikers and a Woman on the Run
Chapter 121 Flush
Wendy's mother Wilda flung open the door of Dubrowski's and stormed in. It was early afternoon and she was drunk. She was typically getting drunk, drunk or passed out. Life looked better through an alcohol filter especially living in Charming's least desirable trailer park, Charming Little Estates.
"Where the hell is my daughter?" Wilda screamed slurring her words.
She was a sorry sight. Her long red hair was dirty and matted, her black eyeliner shakily applied and her bright coral lipstick smudged all around her lips and not on her lips. She was wearing tight black pants and a tiger striped low cut top.
She weaved her way through the back door of the crematorium. She shook her head hoping that would get the room to quit spinning.
Skeeter jumped startled by her sudden appearance.
"Who are you looking for?" Skeeter asked.
"Wendy Case."
"Yeah, burned her last night," Skeeter said.
He had a shelf with white boxes most 12'' by 4" but there were a few smaller boxes that contained the remains of children. He went to the box with Wendy's name on it, her date of death and the date she was cremated.
He handed the box to Wendy's mother.
"See, I did her last night," Skeeter said pointing to the date. "She's fresh."
Wilda narrowed her brown eyes at Skeeter.
"You're a stupid mother fucker. Bathroom now!"
"We don't have public facilities. If you drive around to the front and go through the front door, they can direct you to the nice clean bathrooms."
"Didn't ask for clean just a bathroom."
Skeeter pointed and Wilda stumbled her way through the door he'd pointed out. The toilet flushed many times before Wilda walked out still carrying the white box.
"Won't be needing that," she said handing the box back to Skeeter.
He looked inside the bag and saw the empty plastic bag that previously contained the remains of Wendy Case.
"Uh . . . what did you do with her?"
"She wanted her ashes spread over water."
Wilda staggered out the door.