In Their Skin Page #3

what are you up to?

Are you-

are you interested

in coming up

for a night or two?

Yeah.

[knock at door]

Hold on a second.

[gunfire]

[door creaks open]

[dog barks]

Hey.

No.

Come here.

Oh, hey.

The door opened

when I knocked.

Brendon!

Call Harris.

Come on, Harris.

- Hi.

- Come on!

Sorry.

How did that door open?

Uh, I knocked,

and it just-

You know what, I'm gonna

take a look at it for you.

No, no, that's fine.

One second.

Okay.

It's just kind of stuck.

Hold on a second, Bob.

It's all right.

Bob.

Okay, hi.

I'm Jane,

and this is Bobby, my husband-

or Bob, as he prefers-

and our son Jared.

Hi, I'm Mary.

Oh, you're beautiful.

Thank you.

Thanks.

Thank you.

I'm sorry?

I mean, you're welcome.

- I'm silly.

- No.

Hello.

My mother's name

was Mary.

Oh, is that right?

Mary Borden Anwright

was her full name.

Oh.

A lovely lady.

Good.

I'm Bob.

I'm so sorry

if we woke you this morning.

I had no idea

what time it was.

This guy wakes up so early,

doesn't he?

No, it's no problem.

Come on.

Come on in.

[sighs]

I'm an early riser anyway.

Oh, look at this.

You know, I prefer to leave

those everyday restrictions

like time.

Up here, anything goes.

Right, Mark?

That's the goal, yes.

[Bobby whistles]

Thank you.

I'll take those.

By the way,

it's nothing special.

Oh.

Hey, now that's just

plain modesty.

I'm actually not

a salad eater,

but that is surely special.

Hush.

Oh, I'm sure

it's delicious.

Thank you for these.

Let me take your coats.

Hey, Mary,

did-did Mark tell you?

What?

About the wood

we left for you?

Oh, thank you, yes.

We appreciate it.

So how is it,

living up here?

You must get

pretty lonely.

Who said that we lived

up here?

I just, uh...

I just assumed.

Don't you?

Well, for the time being,

sure.

But we got our eyes peeled

for something much better.

I like being alone, so...

it suits me just fine.

And Jared too.

Right, hon?

Right, well, don't you miss

your friends, though, Jared?

You know,

there was another family

lived up here for a while

recently.

Had a boy about his age.

Oh, who's that?

Smith was their name.

Lived out of a car

up the road.

What kind of car?

It was a big beat-up

old station wagon.

Sounded like a freight train.

No, they were

a real sorry-looking bunch.

Low, low, class.

You know?

Kind of a strange air

about them too, huh?

So what happened to them?

They're gone.

I checked.

Not even a tire track.

I think we-l think we

saw them leaving last night.

Well, we're better off,

trust me.

I walked over today.

Do you ever walk

around here, Mary'?

No, no, not lately.

Not much, no.

She'd get lost on her way

to the washroom without a GPS.

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