Winter and Summer.
King Mountain. Alaska
"I’m sure he’d marry you."
The girl shook her head again. “He wouldn’t ever do that. You see, he’s married already. He’s got a wife and two children in America.”
Mary stared at her. “Darling, he can’t have. They must be dead.”
"He doesn’t think so," she said wearily. "He thinks he’s going home to meet them, next September. In his own home town, at Mystic." She paused. "We’re all going a bit mad in our own way," she said. "That’s his way."
"You mean, he really thinks his wife is still alive?"
"I don’t know if he thinks that or not. No, I don’t think he does. He thinks he’s going to be dead next September, but he thinks he’s going home to them, to Sharon and Dwight Junior and Helen. He’s been buying presents for them."
Mary sat trying to understand. “But if he thinks like that, why did he kiss you?”
"Because I said I’d help him with the presents."
— Nevil Shute, On the Beach
I spent a good chunk of my weekend scrambling to finish this comic. I hope you like it. I was really trying to push myself with the colours.
Parrot caught singing let the bodies hit the floor
THEY JUST KEEP GETTING BETTER