Limbo Page #7

I get nervous again.

I smell a setup, I don't show.

I come up here, my home turf.

I contact them, arrange another meeting,

tell them we'll work it out.

That's where we're headed?

I got it all worked out.

A payment schedule.

A mortgage on the boat, the house.

They'd rather get

their money back, right?

These are businessmen.

What am I supposed to do?

I told Teresa, Joey. She left me.

She took the kids, went across

to Tijuana to her sister's.

You gotta help me out of this.

You don't tell me sh*t.

I gotta have somebody backing me up!

Just for them to see I got

somebody behind me, I got family!

I mean, who else can I trust?

But the women...

We go by Tenakee Springs tomorrow.

We drop them off there.

They were gonna fly back anyway.

Have a plane pick them up there.

Stay up here. I'll figure out

something to tell them.

You're saving my ass on this.

You don't deserve it.

I don't know. I just feel funny.

Not as funny as I'll feel sleeping

in the same bed with you.

Come on. You used to all the time.

It wasn't that long ago.

It was that long ago.

It was in another lifetime.

It could be kind of fun.

If we weren't trying to impress

some guy, we wouldn't even be here.

What do you mean, "we"?

You know what I mean.

There's no room, but come on in.

How you feeling?

A little better.

Good. The wind's gone down,

so it should be pretty calm.

Tomorrow, we're gonna swing over

to Tenakee and drop you off there.

- What's that?

- A little town...

No, that upstairs.

Somebody come onboard?

What's happening?

All right, follow me.

Whatever happens, follow me.

Swim for shore!

They're up here,

getting off the front!

Keep swimming.

Keep going. Keep going!

We've gotta get to the woods.

Come on.

Go up. Up.

Up here.

Come on.

What the f*** is going on?!

Somebody shot Bobby.

What? Who shot him? Why?

What? Who shot him? Why?

I don't know. He told me

he was in trouble just now.

What'll we do?

Take your clothes off.

What?

Get them off or you'll freeze.

- Hurry up!

- We have to get help!

There's nobody here!

Now help Noelle!

I'm cold.

If they come after us...

...we're gonna have to move,

so put your shoes back on.

I don't have any.

I don't believe this is

f***ing happening!

The night's short now.

We'll be all right.

Turn around. Get your shirt off.

Scrunch down, scrunch down.

Rub her, rub her!

I can't breathe.

I can't move.

It's okay.

They're coming in.

Here. Get on my back.

Come on.

Get the clothes.

Hurry up!

The boats are gone.

Both of them.

Think they'll come back?

There's no way to know.

Look, I'm sorry.

I didn't have any idea till last night

that something was wrong.

You think they killed him?

Where are we?

It's a little inlet...

...on the back side of Kuleshov Island.

What's that?

Like up Sh*t Creek without a paddle?

Yeah, pretty much.

Now, I think we should head

towards the channel...

...while it's still light,

and hope we run into a stream.

We'll be okay for a few days

without food, but water's...

Here, try this.

- What are you gonna use?

- Don't worry.

I'll just be careful where I step.

This is not happening to us.

It could be worse.

It's not that cold yet.

And I've got my knife.

Christ, wait a minute.

We can have a fire.

I'm not sure. Smoke...

I'm not gonna let her

freeze like that. Not again.

For white folks to leave the mainland,

they usually had some kind of scheme.

People used to raise foxes

for the pelts, you know.

It was a big deal for a while.

Watch yourself.

Why come out here?

Well, land was available, I guess.

They would hunt and fish

and try to grow some things.

Over here!

Somebody lived here.

Tomorrow, they'll miss us.

Noelle won't be in class.

Nobody will miss me in school.

They'll miss you at your job. And Joe.

And I'm supposed to sing at the Nugget.

It'll be a few days before people

start calling around for us.

Bobby wasn't keeping radio contact,

so nobody knows he cut in over here.

How long does it take to starve?

I don't know.

Depends on, you know, what shape

you're in, and what else you're doing.

You remember that fast

that I did in Idaho?

How long was that?

You cheated.

I did not.

I had some tomato juice.

Then it isn't a fast.

Well, I'm starving now.

How long will it take us

to get to the channel?

A couple days. Maybe more.

Days?

I think we should hang here where

we've got shelter for a while...

...make sure those guys don't come back.

Then we can start a signal fire

on the shore.

Do people come here to fish?

Nobody does anything on Kuleshov.

What about this stuff?

No, I don't think so.

That batch there, what you've got,

that's good.

And you can look

under the rocks for crabs.

When are we gonna light

the signal fire?

I think we could risk it tomorrow.

Then we find a place that doesn't

go under when the tide comes in.

"'My Diary."'

So are we gonna eat that thing too?

Sea cucumber. Lots of protein.

Can you hand me some of that algae?

Sea lettuce.

Thank you.

These limpets taste like rubber.

Frankie steams them in white wine and

ginger, on a bed of saffron couscous.

It's one of the appetizers.

I memorized them.

If we're here for a while,

I'll rig something for cooking.

Sorry.

Here.

Chew this real slow.

"My name is Anne Marie Hoak,

and this is my diary.

Papa and Mother and I have come here

to make a go at the fox farming trade.

If this pans out, says Papa, next year

I can go back to finish with school.

I offered to get on at the cannery

to help out when we were in town...

...but Papa says there's

too much trash working there.

He was a logger, but...

...fell while he was topping,

and now has headaches and dizziness...

...that prevent him from many

of the trades other men pursue.

This way, he says, we can live

in the great outdoors...

...and operate our own business...

...which is every man's true desire.

Mother doesn't care for it.

We have transported a dozen

breeding pairs of blue pelt foxes...

...and put them in their pens.

They're lovely to look at,

but nervous...

...and I need to mind my fingers

when I'm near them.

When the vixens are ready to bear, we'll

separate them to be with their litter.

Papa is building a fish trap

in the stream...

...as he hopes to catch

the returning chum for fox food.

I expect it will be a hard life,

but work is scarce back in town...

...and Papa's spirit was getting low.

Mother goes on about how

she'll miss female company...

...and that I will have to

be her special friend.

Papa thinks he's been

a disappointment to her.

And sometimes she

doesn't do much to hide it.

I'll be lonely here, I can tell,

but it should be a great adventure...

...like Caddie in Caddie Woodlawn.

I'll try to be a faithful writer,

dear diary...

...and tell you my innermost thoughts."

Read some more.

Tomorrow night.

We may not be here tomorrow.

I found it.

I'll read it when I want to.

We'll have something

to look forward to.

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