Rick and Carl Long

I HAD TO SHOOT YOUR MOTHER, CARL. SHE WAS BITTEN; NO, DAD, SHE HAD A SCRATCH ON HER ARM FROM A TREE BRANCH; SHE WAS FOAMING AT THE MOUTH; SHE HAD JUST FINISHED BRUSHING HER TEETH, DAD, YOU KNOW THAT; SHE WAS TRYING TO EAT MY BRAINS, CARL; NO SHE WASN'T. SHE WAS GIVING YOU A KISS ON THE FOREHEAD, BECAUSE SHE LOVED YOU; YOU'RE TAKING HER SIDE, AREN'T YOU, BOY? YOU LOVED HER MORE THAN YOU LOVED ME, DIDN'T YOU? RIGHT NOW, YES