“Breaking and Entering,” Twin Peaks Week, Part 8/8
Setting: Thea’s reaching above her head, her fingers just inches from something she’s trying so hard to reach. (Continued from The Giant Tells, 1-7.)
I broke in. Again, yes. I didn’t mean to, really—I mean, I did, I knew what I was doing, okay. Of course I knew, it’s just that Karen wasn’t home when I got there. I don’t know where she was, and there were two papers in the lawn, and she hadn’t taken the mail in, either. Looked like she must be upstate, probably checking on their properties, was my guess. There was a man in the backyard, next door, mowing the lawn, using one of those whacker things. You know the kind that make that high-pitched noise? I don’t know what they’re called.
Anyhow, I got the spare key from under the rock, out back, and I let myself in. It would only take a minute, you know. I just had to check, see for myself, that’s all.
Also, I mean, I tried calling again on my way over, but she didn’t answer. I almost hung up, and then I changed my mind and left a voicemail I was just like, Hey, it’s me. I have a question for you, so will you call me as soon as you get this? It’s not urgent, but I just need to ask you something. Okay, bye.
The house was different. It smelled different, and it felt different. I don’t know, it’s just like all the energy, all the life was gone. Also, the other thing is, Karen was always so clean, and the kitchen hadn’t been cleaned. The whole place was kind of a mess.
The only room that was clean was Cam’s room.
I didn’t mean to snoop, either. I just had to see if there was any tape of glue or any sign of the ceiling of the stars. Because I’m telling you: I saw them: there were there, right above my head. I know it. So I went to the kitchen to get the stepladder, and I carried it back to Cam’s room.
I put it right in the middle of the floor, too, and then I crawled up. And I thought I saw where a star had been, when the door opened, and I almost feel, because it was Karen, and she was holding a bat, too.
Thea, you scared me to death! What are you doing?
I’m standing there, on the top step of a white stepladder in the middle of her son’s bedroom, holding my hand to the ceiling, and all I could say was: Nothing.