Afterglow Page #5

Well, tha's it. That's the story.

The most unbelievable coming-out-of-

the-closet story I've ever heard.

- How about you, laddie?

- Well, I've heard two this weekend.

This is by far the more compelling.

True confessions again, I'm afraid.

Better send me to bed with no pudding.

I have exactly the opposite in mind.

I want to dance.

Somebody dance with me.

So, what did your husband say when

he found out?

- He didn't.

- He didn't?

Not then.

I waited 15 years to tell him.

I thought we were safe,

we had a good marriage.

We had fun, we used to go dancing.

We were in love, for God sakes.

We had rows of course, but who doesn't?

We made sense to each other.

And I thought I could tell him

in a way he'd be able to handle.

I thought we were safe.

I thought we were that safe thing

called family.

It was all right, at first.

We were both calm.

And then... he lost his mind.

He started screaming...

She's not mine!

And she heard him.

He didn't mean it. He loved her more

than anything on earth.

But she heard him.

It must have broken her heart.

We lost it all.

Jack Dana never did know.

- So you had the child?

- Of course I had the child.

Of course I did.

"Fascinating!"

Bernard?

Come and dance with me.

No, no. I want to tell Miss Hart

about my own acting fantasies.

Why don't you dance with Monica,

laddie?

Sorry, Horny.

Well, who needs a partner to dance?

All of a sudden, I feel like

Scarlet O'Hara.

I duly regret I must take my leave.

Don't stand, gentlemen.

The pleasure has been all mine.

When they said you were good

at putting people together laddie...

...I didn't realize just how good.

If you call me laddie one more time,

after you pay for dinner...

...your next drink will be from

the lake.

I've paid for nothing yet.

Nothing is signed.

And if you continue on like this

quite probably I won't.

That's waht drives a lemming like you,

isn't it? The probability of things.

Very boring predictability.

Corporate takeovers, bimbo girlfriends,

fertility cycles.

You fool!

For a king, Horny, for a true king,

the impossible is far more rewarding...

...than the probable!

Take a flying leap into the future!

See what the hell is out there!

She's always saying that.

Take a flying leap into the future,

Horny!

Aw! Jesus, f***!

Hi. Look, I'm sorry, it's late.

You want to go somewhere?

Have a quiet beer?

Ough!

- Thank you.

- For what?

- For going bowling.

- Anything's possible.

- No, it's too late for most things.

- Why?

- Other people, for openers.

- Your only reason?

I wouldn't know how.

They say it's just a matter of too much

or too little.

"Just two seconds and I'll be..."

Go away.

- Who is that?

- Room service.

Pudding in bed.

You're not going to deny that urge,

are you?

What?

My sweet tooth?

No. Mine.

I want to know more of you.

What does that mean wanting to know

you?

- Beats me.

- Why don't you ask me?

Why would I ask you anything, laddie?

Please!

- The choice seems to be yours.

- Lf only that were true.

But lovely of you think so,

thanks ever so much.

Perhaps another time.

I have some phone calls I have

to make in the morning.

We leave around noon,

is that all right?

I'm in no hurry.

It's all right.

It's okay.

A clever ruse, that's all it is.

Sexuality.

- I beg your pardon?

- Not just us, everyone.

Oh, them.

I mean, what is wrong with sexual

modesty? Tell me that.

You mean, exercising restraint?

- Well, it's good and it's bad.

- Right. It's good and it's bad.

- The eternal marriage.

- Marriage. You mean happy ever after.

I want a divorce.

- I want a divorce.

- We are not married.

If a woman is loved and treated well

life can be quite simple.

But, if necessary, she is just as

capable of living like a man.

Why would you wnat to do something

like that?

Most marriages don't work out anyway.

- Do I look like an explorer?

- An explorer?

Let's see. To be an explorer you have

to put your hands on your hips.

To be a man stick your chest out.

Act cocky.

You know?

I think women should stay women.

You know, completely women.

- Uniquely women.

- What about children, Lucky?

When Phyl sat me down and told me that

I wasn't the father of my daughter...

...I just sat there in shock.

I was numb.

What a betrayal.

So I just got up and said that I needed

to think it over and needed some time.

And I went down to a bar.

I sat down at the bar and had a couple

of drinks, and it just started cooking.

How the tell could she do this to me?

To Cassie, for Christ's sake?

I got so pissed off I went back to the

house and I'm just sreaming at her.

I'm yelling, throwing things.

I said, "we don't have a child together.

You have a child, not me."

You, selfish sonovabitch!

She ain't mine, goddamit!

I think that's what Cassie heard.

In the morning, I went down

to the room, she was gone.

A couple of weeks went by.

We got a letter.

It was from here, Montreal.

She said that she never wanted to see

us again.

We weren't fit to be her parents.

It just killed Phyllis.

God, it just killed her.

She wanted to come here, to find Cassie.

So I sold the house, we moved.

Phyl still thinks she sees her now

and then, but it's been 8 years.

I've given up.

Every once in a while I catch myself

searching the faces.

I don't know if I really want do find

her.

Because I don't know how I'd feel.

- Can I buy you a drink, at least?

- What a great mind you have!

Here?

I'll have gin and tonic.

Get off him!

Leave him alone!

Leave him alone, Jeffrey!

- Take him!

- Leave him. Stop it!

I want to talk to that man!

- I want to talk to that man!

- I'm right outside!

- She's with me.

- Take it easy. Take it easy.

- What he's been doing with my wife?

- What?

- I'm not going to cause any trouble.

- You wouldn't understand even...

if I told you, Jeffrey!

Tell them to be careful with that guy.

He's cute.

- Who are you?

- Oh! I'm with him.

- You're with my husband.

- I am really sorry...

Why don't we all meet at your place?

I think everybody knows where that is.

- All right.

- Now walk away.

My truck's up that way.

What did you do with my car?

Get out of the way!

- How did you meet my husband?

- Rather he met me.

- Did you sleep with him?

- Sleep with him? No.

- I didn't sleep with him.

- Frigid, isn't he?

Frigid?

Tell me, is it true what they say

about the laboring classes?

I mean, did he give you everything

you need?

- He's the most sexual man I've ever met.

- Really?

How many men have you met?

Two.

"Good morning, Pedro."

Excuse the mess. I'm doing a little

remodeling.

- That's how we met.

- Wonderful!

- Would you like something to drink?

- Gin.

- I'll make some coffee, too.

- Yes. That'd be good.

This is my favorite. We're still in the

process of making it into a baby's room.

- We?

- Yeah, he's been helping me.

- Are you pregnant?

- I won't know for a few days...

...but I have that feeling.

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