Squint took a quiet moment in his office at K-SAW Radio and TV to reflect how things had taken shape for him in Stagbluff, California.
His first films were documentaries, called "School Of The Sea", later expanding to "Safaris With Squint". Next came the comedy series, "Life With Cap'n Squint", then all the feature movies. His biopic, "Life Should Be WIDE Screen", centered on events leading to his settling in Stagbluff.
God, it was all so PERSONAL. Had he revealed too much? Now people KNEW, and couln't UN-KNOW all this. But what was the sense in being expressive if you didn't EXPRESS. After all, wasn't that his assignment in life? Still... Would he do it all again?
"Yeah!" he concluded. Given the same facts, how could it be otherwise?
Tristan knew full well he had so much to be grateful for. And he was. Yet it didn't stop the holes of darkness from encroaching. He'd come unglued the day his mother, Kelly Jean, had died suddenly in October 1994, when he was twelve.
He adored his father, Squint, who lavished every demonstration of love Tris craved. This helped tremendously, but intensified dependence on yet more of the same. Tris resented both the craving and dependence it created. Added on, was the fact of Squint's show business success shadowing over him. It made his own identity elusive.
Two brothers and two sisters competing for Squint's time and attention didn't make things easier, either. He loved and valued them, but it didn't lessen the complications.
It was hard not to fall into the familiar emotional bog. He'd hoped starting a small ministry would brighten some answers. It had. Along with bringing a flood of new touchy issues.
She saw how wired he appeared, tried to dodge it. Something was brewing bigtime with him.
“Want another coke , Tris?” He’d had three, fairly average for him.
His left hand pushed back his long hair. “Yeah, I got tons to say--and can’t get started.” He lit another cigarette, stalling for a right way.
“You know you can tell me anything, Tris.” Her face glowed love and trust.
He swallowed past the dryness in his throat. “Delane, I need to make some new plans. Quick.”
The long pause pulsated threat. When he didn’t continue, she twisted the napkin by her plate a little harder, deciding to steer him. “You want us to try something new? “ Her laugh was soft, hopeful. “You know how you’re always surprising me. Always something new with you. Always fun. Kinda hard to keep up, you know. But you know I love it. Just like I love you.”
Why cant' I stop rambling? She smiled too hard, clutching the napkin.
Tris laid his right hand over hers. “Delane, this has to do with my own situation. Not about anything wrong with you."
“Let’s get you your coke--You look really thirsty“, she postponed.
After the waitress brought it, he gulped about half before launching his news.