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After sleeping on it, I decided I needed to talk to my mom. She and Harry had been close once. I wasn't really sure what drove a wedge between them, but I wanted to find out what my Mom knew about Harry's cryptid hunting. I liked Uncle Harry, but I had a tough time imagining that he had evidence that could prove the existence of bigfoot, and yet he decided not to go public. From what I knew, Harry liked the spotlight. He didn't seem like a man who would forego the chance to become legendary.
I picked up my phone and called my mom.
"Hi, sweetie. How are you? Are you frozen yet?"
"It's still summer. How's the tea room doing without me?"
"I'm sure it's doing fine, but I certainly don't enjoy my visits nearly as much," she said.
"I know you and Harry were close when I was little. What happened?"
"What brought that up?" she asked.
"The more I hear about him around here, the more curious I am. I want to know something about the guy. What happened?"
She talked around the issue, but never gave me a direct answer. "It seems like Harry's interest in cryptids is what came between you too."
“In a way, I guess,” she said. “When are you coming home?”
“I am home, Mom.”