Dream Lover Page #3

What, are you nuts?

You don't want to find out

you got the wrong one.

Let's go to the fun house.

She looks just like you.

Two years.

I love you.

I never thought...

...it would be possible for me

to have such a normal life.

My uncle used to say -

- Sissy? Aren't you Sissy?

- Excuse me?

Piru, Texas.

I'm Cora's sister.

I'm Lena Mathers.

Now Lena Reardon.

Dayton, Ohio.

I'm sorry.

Your voice isn't quite...

Just for a minute,

I thought...

- I'm very sorry.

- That's okay.

That's so strange.

This woman Sissy something...

That's twice that's happened -

Once in New York.

And now here.

She looks exactly like me.

Maybe she's my double.

My doppelganger.

She's the one who's really alive.

- I'm just...

- You don't feel alive?

Of course I do.

Only doesn't life seem

sometimes like this...

...very strange dream?

I hope I don't wake up.

I'll let you know.

That's it.

Okay. I'll talk to you later, then.

All right. Bye.

Hi. Who was that?

Debby from my dance class.

Stuff in her marriage is insane.

Have I met Debby?

No, 'cause, well, she's great.

But her husband is...

It's an unusual combination.

He's a psychopath

and he's boring.

That is unusual.

So. How was your day?

- Any news on the Mura job?

- No.

It looks good.

What's up with you?

I'm sorry.

I just haven't felt very...

It's okay.

I hope it'll come back.

It will.

The doctor said it'll take time.

So how's it feel?

It's like it's become

a business or something.

- You know, a partnership.

- That's what marriage is.

- Well, I don't like it.

- You're not the only one.

Plus I get these weird...

jealousies. Suspicions.

Oh, yeah? Like what?

That's normal. too.

Usually it's just a way

of driving yourself crazy.

But not always?

No. No, not always.

What are you saying?

Elaine has...

Sometimes everything's a clue.

And what you think is paranoia -

- is actually

heightened awareness.

- That's too bad.

- Not at all.

What's sauce for the goose...

I'm sorry.

I don't know what happened.

- Mr. Mura's never late.

- Don't even think about it.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

It's just, we've spoken

on the phone so many times.

And I never had any idea

you were so attractive.

Thank you.

But personally, I prefer

brains to beauty, don't you?

No. Of course. Yes.

I didn't endure the four years

at Swarthmore in order to -

- You went to Swarthmore?

- Yes.

- So did my wife.

- Really?

- So. What year were you?

- Swarthmore? '83.

Well then. Did you know

Lena Mathers?

I don't think so. No.

But those years were crazy.

Between the frenzy

for grades and jobs and...

Then in the middle

of all of that,

the president of the college.

Sam Shaw.

Died of a heart attack

as he was speaking to us.

I hardly remember

my best friends.

Mr. Mura.

It's beautiful.

- We're going to Japan.

- We are?

You got the Mura job?

- That's great.

- It is great.

This building is going to be like

nothing else in the whole world.

I'm so proud of you.

By the way, what year

were you at Swarthmore?

'84. Why?

This woman who works

for Mura, Celine Rogers.

She was there at the same time.

- I don't remember her.

- No, she didn't remember you either.

Remember Sam Shaw?

- Who?

- Died of a heart attack.

He was a classmate.

God, he died of a heart attack?

It's scary, isn't it?

Someone my age.

Bad things can just

come out of nowhere.

Exactly.

Can I help you find something?

Is your real name Sissy?

- What?

- You heard me.

You mean am I really this other

woman who looks like me?

Like a sci-fi thing -

we've been switched or something.

Not like sci-fi, like real.

Like are you really her?

I don't know, Ray.

I never studied philosophy.

Questions like that

make my head hurt.

I forgot to have Sally

go to the bank.

I need some cash.

No problem.

Now, you tell Mr. Mura he can't keep

you long or I'll die of loneliness.

I will. Bye-bye.

Ray.

Kiss me.

I love you, Lena.

I love you.

I love you, too.

Bye.

We welcome you back to WTXE

right here in Piru, Texas -

- home of the sawed-off shotgun.

If you don't like our music,

leave town.

Hello. I'm the executor

of a very large estate.

I'm trying to find someone

who used to live here.

Do you recognize her?

First name or nickname

is Sissy.

Never seen her.

Thank you.

There you go.

- Out of state?

- Yeah.

Land speculation or what?

Think people are put on earth -

- for the sole purpose to

drive other people crazy?

My father

had my mom put away.

And he's the one

that made her lose her marbles.

Do you know her?

Sissy.

Hope she's nothin' to you.

She's my wife.

Figures.

- She run off and leave you?

- No.

Well, give it time.

Is that what she did to you?

She did things to me

I can't even pronounce.

Sorry.

I'll give her this, though -

She always had it in her mind

to marry somebody rich.

Gotta go to work.

What's her name?

- Her real name.

- You don't know.

Thelma Sneeder.

Does she still have family here?

Most folks

find this stuff out beforehand.

Go up that road there.

A right on Branch.

Left on Hickory.

It's the third house.

Tell her hi from Buddy,

you hear?

- Mrs. Sneeder?

- Yes.

Oh, my God. It's Ray!

Yes, ma'am.

- Is everything okay?

- Yes.

Come in.

Come in quickly.

Is it safe

for you to be here?

- Safe?

- With your job.

I'm sorry.

I'm misunder...

You don't have to pretend.

Sissy wrote us all about it.

- What do you want?

- Come see for yourself.

You got any

recent pictures of Tina?

I do, actually. Yes.

Well. I'll be.

Put her there, Ray.

It's good to finally meet you.

Could you go and get us

some coffee, hon?

Surprise!

Thank you.

I'm glad it's over.

Dad.

Come see the baby.

I'll get those.

- Y'all need any help out there?

- No. thanks.

I'm in the CIA?

I had to give them some reason

why they couldn't visit.

What about that story

of your mom beating you -

- and your father watching?

Not true.

But there's lots of different kinds

of abuse within a family.

Right, okay.

But if the things

that you tell me aren't true -

- then what is true, Lena?

Who are you?

I'm your wife.

Called her Sissy 'cause we wanted

to have another child - a boy.

Of course, we never did.

But Sissy was always

so, so beautiful -

- that it didn't really matter.

Still, when she wrote me

that she was -

Wrote us!

Of course.

That goes without saying.

Well, then say it.

She wrote us

she was changing her name.

Well, naturally, I was insulted.

We both were.

But it was kind of

a women's lib thing.

Women change their name

for a man when they get married.

So why not change it

for their own sakes?

But she'll always

be Sissy to us.

Your parents seem like

perfectly decent people.

Yep.

Why'd you hide them?

They're stuck...

in Texas, in poverty.

Can't you feel it, they were

this weight dragging me down.

If I'd have stayed there -

- I would've married that guy Buddy.

I would've had his kids.

Would have drunk beer

every night -

- till I got really fat,

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