In Their Skin Page #2

now, okay?

Okay"

- All right, Mark.

- Thank you, Bob.

Great to meet you,

you know?

Nice to meet you.

Good to meet

the neighbors.

- Enjoy the wood.

- Thank you.

Get a nice little fire going

there, huh?

It's so nice.

Oh, it's beautiful.

" No!

[laughs]

You have to stop.

Bye.

Who was that?

It was the neighbors.

Who was on the phone?

Oh, my sister.

She's back

on the east coast.

How is she?

Oh, same old.

She says hello.

Hello.

What neighbor?

The, uh...

the neighbors.

The Sakowskis.

Who?

The Sakowskis.

Well, what was so important

they had to wake us up?

They brought us

some firewood

and wanted to come over

for lunch or something,

bring food and meet us.

And you already said

that was fine, didn't you?

Huh?

' [sighs]

Mark.

Give me a break.

What was I supposed to say?

"I can't,

we're busy,"

then they see we're not?

No, you tell them-

[scoffs]

Forget it.

Say it.

I can go tell them

it's no good.

No, let's just

get it over with.

[bird cooing]

No, no, no.

We're up at the cottage.

Yesterday.

Yeah, yeah.

Listen, what are you-

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.

Can I offer anyone

some wine?

I mean, we're really-

we don't have a big selection

of whites.

We're mostly red drinkers,

but, um,

we do have a chardonnay

from New Zealand that is unreal,

and pinot, merlot, syrah.

What can I get you?

I'll have whatever

you're having, Mary.

Okay, great.

And what about for you, Bob?

He's deaf sometimes.

- Bobby.

- [gasps]

What?

Would you like a beer,

Bob?

Is your boy upstairs?

Excuse me?

Your boy Brendon?

Is he upstairs?

Oh, sure.

All right, squirt,

you head up for dad.

Oh, actually, Jared,

I'd prefer it

if you wait down here.

I'll bring Brendon down

in a minute.

There you go.

Thanks.

You know, I bet

none of the kids your age

pick on you, huh?

[laughs]

I got a hunting rifle

for my birthday.

Oh.

Wow, that's-

happy belated birthday.

Hey!

[laughter]

Come on.

Go ahead, go ahead,

come on.

Do you want the stick?

Are you sure

you want the stick?

Go get it.

[dog barking]

Good boy.

Go get the stick.

- There you go.

- You want one?

Oh.

She loathes these things.

Won't get near me for days

if she smells it on me.

Well, you're just gonna

have to

hide it extra hard then.

Thank you.

Thank you.

"Might as well live life

while you can," says Bobby.

Hey, let me

ask you something.

What time does Mark

usually go to bed at night?

I don't know.

It depends.

Why?

Been sleeping a lot lately,

and Jane keeps telling me

it's not normal.

[laughs]

Well, what's normal?

[scoffs]

What?

That's funny to you?

No, it's a good question,

is what it is.

You know,

it sure is good of you

to have us in your home

tonight.

Well, not at all.

So, Sakowski, that's-

that's Polish?

Mm-hmm.

Are you both from there?

' Hmm?

Are you Polish too?

No, that's just Bobby.

I was born here.

[clears throat]

It's just, I don't-

I don't hear an accent

from Bob.

We

actually, it was-

it was just his folks

that lived there,

in Poland, I mean.

We both never

set foot there, so...

Gotcha.

You're a good man,

I can tell.

You take care of people.

I like to think so, yeah.

So how long

have you two been married?

Bobby and I

have been married

since the day

he picked me up.

Who's the four-eyes?

[laughs]

Those are Mark's.

You got any siblings?

Mm-hmm.

I have a sister, Lizzy.

How about Mark?

Mmhmm.

He has a younger brother.

You get along

with his brother?

Those glasses

look funny on you.

- Yeah?

- Mm-hmm.

I don't know.

I could kind of get used to 'em.

So, what, Mark doesn't get along

with his brother, then?

You know, they've had their

ups and downs like any siblings,

but, no, they talk a lot now.

It's good.

What do they usually

disagree over?

I guess they just didn't see

eye-to-eye on most things.

Like what?

You're an awfully

curious fellow.

What-

Hmm?

I'm l'm just

teasing you, Mary.

It's my way of coping

with nerves.

Truly.

Well, what are you

nervous about?

You're a beautiful lady,

Mary.

You're a wonderful bunch.

I am just looking

to learn something here.

Well, you can be

whoever you are around me, Bob.

Just take Mark's glasses off,

okay?

Can I see Brendan's room?

Um...

If it's okay with Brendon,

Mary, and Mark,

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