It’s nice isn’t it? To sit out here. … I couldn’t stand looking through the fridge trying to find room for all that food we’re gonna throw away in the next few days. … I just can’t let anything get fucked up in these next few days, cause that’s all anybody will ever remember about her. There’s one thing you could always say about Katie even when she was little; that girl was neat. When I got outta the joint, you know after Marita died, I remember I was more afraid of my little daughter than I ever was of being in prison. I loved her, the most. ‘Cause when we were sittin’ in that kitchen that night it was like we were the last two people on earth. Forgotten. Unwanted. And it’s really starting to piss me off, Dave, because I can’t cry for her. My own little daughter and I can’t even cry for her. … I just want to hug her one more time. She was nineteen fuckin’ years old.
Mystic River, Jimmy Markum