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Chapter 2 - About Mother

Before I walked into the office, I noticed that the rain has stopped giving me a sense of relief knowing there wasn't a storm. "Well, it stopped raining." I acknowledged.

Norman's face looked blank. "Eating in an office is just too officious...I have the parlor back here." Norman faced the parlor as we both agree to eat there.

As we both walked into the parlor it was tenebrous as the lights were off. Norman set the tray on the table as he switches on the lamp. I crossed my arms as I stand and observed the parlor.

Outlandishly there were birds an owl that looked stuffed having its wings spread out on the wall that could menace me any minute. And a crow mounted on a wall standing on its legs. They looked very authentic and stuffed. Alongside with paintings on the wall that gave a old vintage view.

Norman smiled as he saw me observing the room. "Sit down."

It caught me off guard. "Oh, thank you." We both sat down in front of each other as I faced him. The tray of the sandwiches and milk was next to the table.
Norman was such a gentleman and a nice one as I noticed even though we just met. "You're very kind." I admit. I sliced a small piece of bread for me to eat.

"It's all for you." Norman smiled. "Would you like a piece of bread?" I offered. "I'm not hungry go ahead." Norman softly chuckled.

I began to slowly chewed the bread as I noticed Norman admired me eating. "Y-you..eat like a bird."

I viewed the crow behind me knowing that he would know. "And you'd know. Of course." I smiled.

"No, not really." Norman replied. "Anyway, I heard the expression 'Eats like a bird,' is really a f-false..Falsity." Norman enunciated with his words. "Because birds really eat a tremendous lot."

I stopped chewing for a second after what he just said. Norman chuckled as he shrugged his shoulders. "But I don't really know anything about birds..my hobby is stuffing things, you know taxidermy." That explained how stuffed they were.

I continue to eat the bread as I listen to Norman. He seemed to be fascinated with stuffing things. He seemed to be the first person who had quite a weird but intriguing hobby. I glanced upon the birds knowing that they were well stuffed. He seemed to probably do this a lot with his leisure.

"And I guess I'd just rather stuff birds because I hate the look of beasts when they're stuffed, you know foxes and chimps. Some people even stuff dogs and cats. But oh, I can't do that." Norman avowed as he shook his head.

I was glad to know he doesn't stuff dogs and cats since they are the most precious animals.

"I think only birds look well stuffed because...Well, because they're kind of passive, to begin with." Norman explained as he slightly smirked.

"It's a strange hobby, very curious...I never met anyone stuffing birds." I took another bite as I closely lean in from my chair.

Norman chuckled. "Uncommon, too." He added.

Norman continued. "And it's not as expensive as you'd think. It's cheap, really. You know, needles and thread, sawdust."

So, Norman knows a lot about this I thought. I cleared my throat.
"A man should have a hobby." I replied.
Norman began to lean back in his chair, laying his arm on another bird that was next to him at a table.
"Well, it's..It's more than a hobby." Norman deadpanned with a blank face...

I chewed the bread slowly knowing that 'it's more than a hobby he probably stuffed them every day, a satisfaction, a completely unhealthy desire. I suddenly had chills in my spine but I shook it off.