Norma parked up when they got into town, getting out of the car. She waited for Norman to get out before locking up. "Remember, we aren't going to be long. I just have to pick up a new lightbulb, some paint--there was something else, I know there was." she rubbed her forehead.
"Like you always used to tell me, it can't be that important if you forgot it so easily!" Norman said with a smile, starting to walk down the street.
Norma frowned slightly and nodded. "That's true. Okay, let's go." she walked with him, heading to a hardware store.
"It's a good job I'm with you mother. I can help you choose what to get!" He said, following her along.
"It's not rocket science Norman. I know what type of bulb I have to buy, and I know what colour of paint I need for the room. This is my motel, you know. I payed for it with my own money.." She raised her eyebrows.
"But you didn't, you payed for it with dads insurance money.."
"Yeah, and so what? We were married, what's his is mine." She shrugged.
"He wouldn't have wanted you to have it."
"Oh I know. Because he was a selfish, self important asshole." She pulled a face of disgust. Even talking about her ex husband brought back bad memories. He was a horrible man; he treated her like she was an object, make her wait on him hand and foot, and then make her pay the price for refusing to do so. "But I had every right to that money. I needed it to take care of you, I needed it to get a fresh start for us both. Trust me, I deserved it a lot more than he would've." She smiled sarcastically, pushing open the door to the hardware store. "Okay, paint, lightbulbs..." she tapped her chin, trying to figure out where the things she needed were kept. "Oh!" she spotted a sign for he paint section, quickly walking over there and pulling Norman with her.
"Why are you in such a rush to get back?"
Norma looked back at him and shrugged. "You know how much I hate coming into town."
"So it's nothing to do with wanting to get back to see Sheriff Romero?" Norman asked, looking curious.
"Firstly, he's not Sheriff Romero anymore--"
"Why are you spending so much time with him then? I thought you only talked to him because he helps us.."
"He's working at the motel for a while, that's all." Norma reassured him, smiling.
"So you're not....with...him?"
"No! No, no no. Of course not. I told you before, all I care about is you...okay? I don't have time for anything else." She said, gently caressing his arm.
Norman smiled and nodded "Okay mother."
"Come on, see if you can find the colour of paint we usually get." She nudged him, grinning.
Norman laughed quietly, heading off in front of her to seek out the right can of paint.
Once Norman had his back turned from her, Norma had an almost guilty expression on her face. What she told him was a flat out lie. She didn't just care about him at all, she cared about Dylan, hell she even cared about Emma. Deep down Norman knew that, but he wasn't happy about it. But then there was Alex. Norman got jealous even when she said she loved Dylan...her own son. So if he found out she might just be starting to love Alex? She didn't even want to think about what Norman would say, or maybe even do about that.
"This is the one, isn't it?" Norman shouted over to Norma from a little further on down the paint section of the store.
Norma jumped a little, snapping out of her thoughts. "What? Oh, sorry...yeah...that's the one." She smiled and nodded. "You carry that, let's go find the lightbulbs." she said, heading off in the direction of the sign for electronic supplies.
