The Wretched Page #2

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I'm gonna clean it, gut it.

What?

I used to do it with dad

all the time out here.

Hey, Abbs, you really think

that's a good idea?

Guy could have nightmares.

I don't want our kids growing up

thinking meat

comes from a store

wrapped in plastic.

Okay.

Mommy's beer?

Okay.

Alright.

Okay, here we go.

Okay.

Almost there.

Almost there.

Oh!

Ew. Ugh.

I think you did it wrong.

Okay. Go inside.

Get cleaned up.

Yup.

I see what it is.

A little pre-show

entertainment..

...for the future presentation.

Ah..

Hey, what's going on?

Ah..

Ah, I just, uh..

I just thought I saw an animal.

Right. Okay.

Yeah.

Yeah, okay.

Uh-huh.

Sh*t.

Hey, kid! Yo!

Not a good idea, bud.

Just stay away from there,

alright?

Let's go.

Ah..

What are you doing over there?

I was just saying hi.

Hey, t... the lady

at the marina?

Sara?

I should meet her.

Okay.

Yeah, we'll do it... tonight.

Yeah, sure.

Cool.

Don't let that spill.

Sh*t.

Hey.

I don't think

you're supposed to be in here.

You're not that cute.

Copy.

Hey, have you seen Casey?

- No.

- Oh, sh*t. How do people like that get hired?

Lily, let's go. Mom's gonna be

here in a few to pick you up.

Come get your stuff.

Come on, come on, come on.

- Hey, this guy at the club is freaking out here.

- Yeah, I'll be there in five.

- Hey, can you pick, uh, help that guy, slip 12?

- Yeah.

- Bye!

- Thank you.

Okay, bud.

Whoops.

Whew, you're... you're packing.

Let's go inside

and change you, huh?

That sounds like fun.

- Oh!

- Hey, neighbor.

- How we doing over here?

- I was sleeping.

Yeah?

Not a fan of sailing?

My dad wanted me to learn how.

I wanted to go paddle boating.

This isn't paddle boating.

This sucks.

Let me tell you something.

There are popsicles

in the fridge in the cafeteria.

The deal is, you see anything

weird outside your house

you tell me, alright?

- Okay.

- Get out of here. Go.

Hello? Uh-huh.

Oh, hey, Sara wanted us to,

uh, pick up dinner rolls.

Yeah.

Gluten-free. Uh-huh.

Truce.

I'm guessing

these aren't gluten-free.

- What?

- Three dollars.

- Hey, mom.

- Hey, sweetie.

Starting to think

you're forgetting about me.

Yeah, yeah, sorry about that.

- I've been busy.

- Making any new friends up..

Going to a party tonight

if you want to come.

- Um, I can't tonight.

- Any cuties?

- You sure? You positive?

- Yeah.

- Mm-hmm.

- You don't want to come?

You wanna be boring and lame

forever?

- Okay.

- I, I just got here, but yeah.

I miss my boys.

What are you guys up to

tonight?

Is your dad making

his world-famous Coney dogs?

Um, I, uh..

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