Blind Malice Page #3

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I'll go get them.

I just spot wash them.

My grandma is gonna

be back any time.

You need to go soon.

Sure, five minutes.

Hey, got anything to drink?

Uh... Sure.

- Tea.

- Thanks.

Hey, I didn't get

your name.

It's Karen.

It's nice

to meet you, Karen.

So, the old man

is really gone, huh?

[Karen]

You knew him well?

Met him a few times.

He didn't come out much.

Have you eaten?

Are you hungry?

I really should go.

No, it's okay.

It's not a problem.

We just finished eating.

Fried chicken?

Anything.

I'm starving.

[Chimes]

Thank you.

- Need help?

- I'm fine.

Here, here, here.

High?

You cook a lot?

All the time.

You always handwash

your clothes?

Only the delicates.

- Ouch.

- What?

A bruise.

[Dr. Haskin]

A bruise.

I've been known

to bump into stuff

once in a while.

You know,

you could've fooled me.

Out there in the woods.

How blind are you?

I can see more

than you think.

Can you now?

And I will add

that I have

superpower hearing.

Why do you ask?

Well...

Well 'cause I'm not

the most attractive man

on the planet

and you're being

very nice to me.

Maybe I pity you.

Off the grid and all.

Do you?

You're not attractive,

huh?

Not in the least bit.

Well...

it's my grandma

you gotta worry about.

She won't

find me attractive either.

And she won't

be so kind to you.

So... Karen.

Do you have a boyfriend?

None of your business.

[Thuds]

Do you?

I prefer girls.

I see.

Only child?

Maybe.

Where are you from?

How long have you

been out here?

Too long.

A few years now.

Why?

I mean, why up here?

You say

you're off the grid and all

but what does

that even mean?

Let's just say

for all intents and purposes,

I'm not really here.

Oh.

Fugitive.

No.

Serial killer?

Do I look like

a serial killer to you?

Drug smuggler.

You're gonna

turn me in now?

Not if you're nice.

Besides, I can't run

to the police.

Why's that?

House arrest.

Try prison.

For what?

- Selling grass.

- Pot?

That's lame.

Tell me about it.

Now I just gotta

stay outta trouble,

stay low,

and mind my own business.

Sounds fair enough.

So...

parents?

Long story.

Short version?

Mom's an angel now,

in Heaven.

Father?

He's the Devil.

A master of disguises.

- Not dead.

- Working on it.

Sounds like

you need someone

to bail you out

of this.

I don't know

what smells better,

this chicken or you.

That's a bit forward.

This is also

a bit forward.

[Panting]

[Moans]

You need to go.

Sure.

The chicken

smells ready.

I'll go get it.

You really need to go.

[Sizzling]

[Panting]

You can read that?

Peace?

Try again.

Un...

peace...

able.

Unpeaceable?

I hear a car.

I hear a car.

No, you don't.

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