Act |2| °•A Wicked Kat Trap•°

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:::The love my parents share is truly one of a kind:::
:::I head inside lugging one bag and she follows close behind with the other. She drops it down in the foyer and slams the front door shut while I head down the hall towards the den:::

MOM
And when you're done get back here and deal with these bags. This ain't a Hilton. Your old bedroom is wide open and still looks the same.

:::I give a wave of acknowledgement and continue following the sounds of a football game. If I remember correctly, the den should be up here on the right:::

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:::My Father sat with his back to me on the couch facing a large flat screen on the wall. But from his hunched position I could tell he wasn't happy about the score displaying brightly on the screen:::

DANI
Spoiler alert, the Eagles lose. Just completely wiped from the face of the Earth.

:::At the sound of my voice Dad perks up and stands to face me with a goofy smile. I hadn't seen him in so long my eyes water:::

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Name: Arnold Smyth/ Age: 63/ Occupation in Life: Chief of Police --Retired

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DANI
Daddy!

:::I hop over to him with outreached arms and he meets halfway. His tall stature envelops me in a bear hug that swings me from left to right:::

DAD
My baby! Look at you. These damn phones today don't do you any justice. It feels like I haven't seen you in years.

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