The Coffin Club Presents

“…I don’t get it. I don’t. I. Shit. I’m having a hell of a time with this, Taylor. I am.

I want you to have your life. I want you to live it. But this is the sort of money that doesn’t come back when you spend it.

You’re smart, you know that? You and your siblings are all smart. And I thought…maybe her. Maybe the one who’s most like me, but is smart like her mother.

I don’t know. I don’t know where you’re staying, I don’t know who you’re staying with, I don’t know what you’re doing or how you’re going to support yourself. Becks and the twins are busy. Your mother’s working on something new. And I’m keeping my head above water. But I worry about you, Taylor. Y’know?

I thought you might be able to turn the money into…something. Something better with an education like that.

[sighs]

That’s not fair. I’m frustrated, honey. We try real hard. It’s not like you don’t know that. I guess I kinda wish I just gave you the money up front and we called it a day, right? [laughs, stops] No that’s…I don’t know.

I guess…good luck, honey. Do the best you can. And if you need a place to stay, the couch is open. But we can’t really give you any more money. And the news has started talking about how unsafe it is, with those attacks.

Promise you’ll be careful. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”