Norman and Mother had a big debate over the Annual Picnic. Technically, Mother had won the debate. Then again, Mother won most conversations. Mostly because she was so strong and intimidating. She caused feelings of both fear and adoration in Norman. It was a very difficult relationship to live under. Norman didn't quite have a handle on it. Though, he was getting more defiant. Stronger in his own will, one might say. So when Mother had demanded that he not attend the picnic, he opted to go against her wishes.
Time would tell if he would regret that decision.
You stupid, foolish, good-for-nothing waste of flesh. You're a dishonest and hateful son! I hope you get diseased by all of those whores out there. I hope they rot your flesh and give you popping pustules, you traitor to your own mother! The woman who bore you! Traitor!
Mother was angry.
But Norman was ignoring her. Well, as best as he could ignore her. She was very loud. Very vocal. And very adept at communicating her opinions.
He walked up behind the woman at the cooler and suddenly became very nervous. Because she was very pretty and Norman was very awkward. When she stepped away from the cooler, he gave her a smile. It might have been a nice smile, but on Norman every expression was a little ... creepy.