Norman lifted his shoulders in a small shrug. He didn't understand the fascination everyone had about being stuck in The City. Norman never felt stuck. Sometimes Mother made a comment about being stuck. But The City was a sigh of relief for them, really. It was like the interstate finally passing by their motel. It was a chance for a new beginning. And if anyone needed a new beginning, it was Norman Bates.
"It's n-n-not so b-bad. I like it here."
Norman set the beer down on a nearby table and removed a small paper bag from his back pants pocket. Candy corn. He always carried some along with him. To soothe his sweet tooth. He reached inside and took out a piece.
Then she grabbed him by the shoulders and he dropped his bag of candy corn. Norman blinked. Multiple times.
I TOLD YOU THERE'D BE WHORES AT THAT PICNIC! DON'T EVEN BOTHER COMING HOME, YOU DISGUSTING PITIFUL PIECE OF SHIT!
Mother was angry.
"Uhm ... I don't know. I j-just left. I n-nnneeded some fresh air and some sp-pace. So I left."