Cottage Country Page #6

I swear I will strangle

every diver in the lake!

Get out!

How it should be.

That's it. Let's play euchre.

- Ace plays out?

- Toodles. You're really tired.

Let's go to bed.

Sorry, he's got sunstroke.

- He should be allowed to sleep out.

- Are you coming to bed?

Good night, everyone.

- Do not make noise so much.

- Come on.

Is it kosher?

My rabbi has blessed it.

I have not

done since high school.

- Not very orthodox.

- I'm more into mysticism.

Some mystics say you should

be bad before you can be good.

I try to be really good.

Be honest.

Do you want to become one with the

universe, or you wonder about Salinger?

It's weird, right?

The car is here, but it is not.

I'm worried.

Why are you not?

- Maybe I have thought about other things.

- Like what?

- If I can undo?

- Regret what?

Since you asked who I would rather

do it with, I told my girlfriend.

I regret it.

They are so cute.

- What are you doing?

- Todd. Did you have nightmares?

- Cammie, what are you doing?

- You snored. I could not sleep.

Since when are you smoking something?

There is evidently

a lot of strange things in the cottage.

- Will you please come back to bed?

- If you stop snoring.

Todd.

Todd!

Hell, Todd! You have

something about Salinger, right?

No, I have no idea

how they ended up in the lake.

If you had said it before you run

I might have believed you.

- I'm not so good at something.

- What?

- I will not talk about it.

- What have you done?

- Give me the headphones.

- What have you done to Salinger?

- Give me the headphones, Dov.

- Stay away.

- Give me the headphones.

- Go along h to!

Come here, Dov.

Sorry.

Close your eyes.

The universe is waiting for you

with a big hug.

Get the ax. You chopped the other

apart. Now it's his turn.

He is not like them. He is a jew.

A Jew's body to be buried whole.

- Seriously?

- We can not destroy his afterlife.

- Should we dump him like that?

- No, snuskesbasse. It does not.

- Why not?

- Jews must be buried in the ground.

It is God's law, not mine.

We have killed one of God's chosen.

- Do you want our house haunted?

- No.

- How do you know all this?

- I've been to bar mitzva'er.

I'll get the shovel.

He should be buried. He is a jew.

We ought to say a prayer.

- Do you know any?

- No.

- Do you?

- No.

Okay.

- I fry anything.

- French toast, maybe.

Who is it?

- Who is it, Todd?

- The police.

- What will you do and say?

- Shut up and go upstairs.

- Do not panic.

- Go upstairs.

Good morning. Is this your cabin?

Yes, I'm sorry. We held a party

yesterday, and it was maybe a little high.

- It will not happen again.

- I am looking for Dov Rosenberg.

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