The Accidental Tourist Page #4

...can seem as welcoming

as an ancestral home.

I don't think anyone else

has any idea where I am.

- What do you mean?

- I've come over here to stay for a while.

- Does it matter?

- Should you tell Sarah?

It's nice to be so...

...unconnected.

I wish things could stay that way.

Why can't they?

Well, you know, someone will call here,

Sarah or someone.

- We could just not answer the phone.

- What? Let it ring?

Why not?

Not answer it ever?

Most who call me are neighbours.

They'll pop over if no one answers.

I won't miss it.

Let it ring.

You stinker!

Hypodermic.

You're a reaI stinker, Rose.

Disinfectant.

- You got it.

- I know.

Doctors and nurses.

Nurse.

There you go.

Down! Down, dog!

Macon!

Help!

Call him off, damn it!

Edward!

Call off your dog!

Edward, stop that. Who is that?

This is your employer, Macon.

Julian?

Come here, Edward.

Come on. Come on.

Come here.

Come on. Come on.

I really hate a man

with an obnoxious dog.

I don't hate just the dog,

I hate the owner.

I'm sorry about this. I thought he was

off on a walk with my brother, Porter.

- What happened to your leg?

- I broke it.

I can see that. But how?

Well, it's kind of hard to explain.

How did you find me here?

From the return address

on the chapters you sent me.

Very interesting.

Do you realize how late you're running

with this guidebook?

Edward, cut it out!

This is quite a place.

It was my grandparents' house.

I grew up here.

Where's Sarah?

- Who?

- Your wife, Macon.

Oh, she and I are...

She has this...

...apartment downtown.

You've split?

Yeah.

Jesus, Macon.

- What went wrong?

- Nothing.

It turns out these things can happen

for no particular reason.

Hush, now.

Hello.

Hello.

Julian Hedge, this is my sister, Rose,

and my other brother, Charles.

- How do you do?

- How do you do?

Here, let me help you with that.

- Charles, how do you do?

- Hello.

Macon Leary with a sister

and brothers too.

Who would've guessed?

That Macon Leary had a family...

...just never entered my mind somehow.

I'm right here, Julian.

Yes, I do see a family resemblance.

You're Macon's publisher. I'm the one

who mailed you Macon's chapters.

- Oh, yes.

- I'm supposed to send you some more...

...but first I have to buy 9 by 12

envelopes. All we've got left is 10 by 13.

It's terrible when things

don't fit precisely.

They get all out of alignment.

We wouldn't wanna keep you, Rose.

Oh, no. Here, I'll take that.

The Macon Leary 9 by 12 envelope crisis.

Oh, Julian, drop it.

Sorry.

You know, Macon, if you'd just let me

know what was going on in your life.

I had no idea.

Look, if you want another-

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