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HAYNES

: I’m so sorry. I’ve been kind of shaky lately.

EMMA

: It’s all right. It’s probably all that static shock.

HAYNES

: Well, no—it’s not that so much. It’s just a whole accumulation of things.

EMMA

: (

cleaning up

) Well, don’t worry.

HAYNES

: Things piling up.

EMMA

: I understand.

HAYNES

: That’s why I thought it would be good to get away for a while. Come out here and—just get away.

EMMA

: Sure.

HAYNES

: I hope you don’t mind. I mean—

EMMA

: It’s fine. Really. Wisconsin is the perfect getaway. Nothing ever happens here. People have been coming here for a hundred years because nothing ever happens. Every once in a while someone falls through the ice or gets beheaded on their snowmobile, but other than that—

HAYNES

: Beheaded?

EMMA

: On their snowmobile. You know—going so darn fast they don’t see the barbed-wire fence and—(

draws a line across her neck

)

HAYNES

: Oh—I’m very sorry about the spill. Is it going to ruin the sofa?

EMMA

: Oh, don’t worry about that. It’s beyond ruin. It’s seen way worse than coffee spills. Premature calves. Afterbirth. Blood all over the place. You can’t wreck it. More coffee?

HAYNES

: Yes—well, no—well, yes, I guess I will. Yes.

EMMA

: That’s a yes?

HAYNES

: Yes. Thanks.

EMMA

: Good.

(She gets him another cup of coffee. Pause.)

HAYNES

: How long have you lived out here? You and Frank?

EMMA

: Well, I’ve lived here all my life.

HAYNES

: Oh—a native? I didn’t know that.

EMMA

: Yes. I was born in this house, as a matter of fact. Right in this room. Right on the spot you’re standing, actually.

HAYNES