Alfie Page #7
You couldnt tell, though, could you?
As youve learned by now,
Im rather skilled at hiding my feelings.
You see, the thing with feelings
is they have
this quiet way of sneaking up on you
when you least expect it.
You know what I mean?
Yeah.
Like with Liz.
Who wouldve thought,
of all the women Ive known...
...the one I let my guard down with
delivers the knockout punch.
Ironic.
Calendar word.
Dorie.
- Hi.
- Hello, Alfie.
- I havent seen you in ages.
- Maybe because you stopped calling.
I know. Things were getting
a bit too...
Dont bother explaining. Im way past
needing excuses.
All right. No, you know what?
I want to explain.
What? You had your fill of me?
Someone cuter came along?
I dont need to hear it, Alfie.
- Look, Dorie...
- Really.
Look, Dorie...
What happens with me is...
I dont know, I get...
When it gets too... Not close
but something like that,
I start to feel... Not stifled,
not trapped, but something like that.
And I... And...
You know? You know what I mean?
Did that make...?
Did that make any sense?
I think it has to make sense to you
more than me at this point.
Yeah, fair enough.
I need to go. Hell be waiting for me.
Dorie.
Im sorry.
Good luck, Alfie.
I warned them all from
the beginning.
the lines of,
I must advise you,
I am stamped with an
invisible warning.
I will not commit. I will never marry.
Despite my best efforts, Im beginning
to feel some small cracks
in my faux finish.
You know, when l look back
on my little life,
and all the women lve known...
...l cant help but think about...
...all that theyve done for me...
...and how little lve done for them.
How they looked after me,
cared for me...
...and l repaid them by never
returning the favour.
Yeah.
I used to think I had the best end
of the deal.
What have I got?
Really?
Some money in my pocket.
Some nice threads.
Fancy car at my disposal.
And Im single.
Unattached. Free as a bird.
I dont depend on nobody.
Nobody depends on me.
My lifes my own.
But I dont have peace of mind.
And if you dont have that,
youve got nothing.
So...
So, whats the answer?
Thats what I keep asking myself.
Whats it all about?
You know what I mean?
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