You were sitting with Norman in the parlour behind the small motel lobby. Norman was stitching up one of his taxidermy birds while ranting about his day. "and, well. . Mother killed someone. A-A girl. She said she was a filthy w-whore. S-shes right." You listen and nod, ignoring the fact that mother is dead, he killed the girl, and that he's insane. You don't have the heart to tell him that. "a-and, nobody else stopped by today, again. . That's okay though. Gave me me more time to clean up. And work on this." he holds up the half stitched bird.