Everyone Says I Love You Page #4

But Dad, well, he just seemed

to hang around the hotel.

Giselle was still haunting him.

# I'm thru with love #

# I'll never fall again #

# Said adieu to love #

# Don't ever call again #

# For I must have you #

# Or no one #

# And so I'm thru #

# With love #

# I've locked my heart #

# I'll keep my feelings there #

# I've stocked my heart #

# With icy, frigid air #

# And I mean to fall #

# For no one #

# Because I'm thru with love ##

I just feel so guilty.

I mean, I'm having all the luck.

- You should have fun.

- I am.

I still can't figure out

what went wrong with Giselle.

You know, I always thought

she was a little flighty.

- You want a drink? I'm gonna have a beer.

- Yeah. A Bellini.

- Let me give you this advice.

- Mm-hmm.

In life, when a relationship breaks up

that you're in... I hope they don't...

- Thank you. - It's better

to be the leaver than the "leavee."

'Cause the leaver leaves, but

the "leavee" is left, and it's terrible.

The worst that happens to the leaver

is a little survivor guilt,

and survivor guilt is the worst thing

that should ever happen to you.

Yeah? Well, tomorrow

I'll spend with you.

- It's not necessary, really.

- No, it's okay.

Don't turn around. That's the couple.

Don't turn around.

- Who? - I told you about her.

I watched her check in the other day.

She's really lovely,

but I think married.

- Isn't she...

- Oh, my God!

- She's beautiful, right?

- I know who she is.

You're kidding?

Why didn't I think of it?

She's perfect for you.

How could she be perfect for me?

She's married.

No, she's not happily married.

You'd love her.

Tell me, who is she?

How do you know her?

My friend's mother is her shrink.

I know everything about her.

- You're kidding. What's her name?

- I don't know.

- What do you mean, you don't know?

Stop teasing me. - I'm serious.

- Who is she? - She's an art historian

and she's here to see the Tintorettos.

- Yeah?

- You know what I'm thinking?

- You got that look on your face.

- This is perfect.

- She jogs every morning alone.

- Yeah?

You could go and bump into her

and meet her.

No, thank you.

She's a married woman.

I'm telling you,

she's not happily married.

- Mm-hmm? - Complete

mismatch. The guy's some actor.

Anyway, it won't interfere

tomorrow because he sleeps late,

so you'll have no problem.

You can meet her. She'll definitely

be alone. I know this for a fact.

It's perfect.

I'm out of shape.

I can't jog. I can't do it.

I haven't touched my treadmill

in weeks... 572 weeks. That's 11 years.

- I wheeze. Stop looking at me like that.

- No.

- I'm not gonna do this.

- We're gonna get you some jogging clothes.

- She is really something.

- Tomorrow morning... you're gonna jog.

- Oh, sorry.

- Sorry.

- Are you okay?

- Yes. Are you all right?

- Yeah. - You don't happen

to know which way the Gritti is?

Uh... I think it's back that way.

- [Panting] Over there?

- Yeah.

- 'Cause jogging in Venice,

everything is so serpen... - Labyrinthine.

- Labyrinthine!

- Yes. You okay?

[Panting]

Yes, I'm fine.

You gotta keep in shape.

I jog every day. You?

- Yes, I do.

- You an American?

- I... Yeah.

- It's a great country, isn't it?

- It's beautiful.

- The mountains and the prairies.

- Oh, Amer... Yeah, America. - The oceans,

you know, white with foam and everything.

So... [Groans]

- Are you okay? You okay?

- Yes.

- Sit down.

- No, I'm okay. [Coughs]

- I'm okay.

- Yeah?

I have a pain in my chest

that's radiating down my arm.

- That's your heart. - No. In my case,

it's stress. I get it every other day.

- Okay. Breathe.

- What is your name?

- Von! Oh, here you are.

- Hi.

I was just giving him

directions. Are you okay?

- Okay. You said you wanted to do

three miles. Come on. - You okay?

- Yes, I'm fine.

- Breathe, breathe.

Nice shoes.

[Panting] First I nearly

drop dead. I couldn't breathe.

Then her husband showed up.

Her husband did come, huh? That's rare.

Rare? So is a coronary

thrombosis in our family.

Oh, did you get her name?

Von. Vonnie.

Listen, she's passionate about Tintoretto.

She's working on a book about him.

Obviously she's here to visit

the Scuola Grande di San Rocco.

I don't know what all this means.

What are all these art books?

She'll be at the Scuola. He

won't. They have nothing in common.

You bump into her again. Now

the groundwork's been laid.

You say, " Hello.

Didn't we meet jogging?"

I was the guy who had the sudden stroke.

Then you impress her with your

knowledge of her favorite painter.

Hey, you gotta be kidding. My

knowledge of art is limited...

to Kirk Douglas as Vincent van Gogh.

- What the hell do I know about this?

- Trust me, Dad.

Before we leave Venice, your

lips will be pressed to hers.

Yes. Unfortunately, I left

my Chapstick in New York.

What is this? "The rapidity

of his brush strokes..."

"Chiaroscuro outbursts of color..."

[D.J. Narrating] I told Dad

everything I knew about Von...

and he studied his Tintoretto book.

I told him her likes, her

dislikes, her deepest feelings,

everything from her passion for Bora

Bora and "Mahler's Fourth Symphony"...

to her favorite flower:

the African daisy.

I mean, it was everything.

When he showed up at the

Tintoretto Museum that afternoon,

he could've given a

course on the subject.

- Hello again.

- Hi. Goodness.

You lived. How are you? I was concerned.

Oh, no, I was fine. I just

went back to the hotel before...

and had the concierge...

oil my pacemaker.

- [Chuckles] - You know, I...

Incidentally, my name is Joe Berlin.

Vonnie Sydell.

It's a funny coincidence I see you here.

You know, two New Yorkers jogging in

Venice and we bump into each other.

- How did you know I was a New Yorker?

- No, I didn't.

But, you know, I, like,

assumed that, you know...

You're completely correct

to ask that question.

It's a good question. You

should not be ashamed of it.

Well, I live on 84th and Riverside.

Where in New York do you live?

In Paris. Well, I-I was a New

Yorker, but now I settled in Paris.

But I come back to New York all

the time 'cause I love it there.

What brings you here?

Oh, I wouldn't think of being in Venice

without checking out the Tintorettos,

because he was... he's my

favorite... master in the world.

I just adore his work.

I'm crazy about it.

He was a very deep genius.

The deepest. Th-The

rapidity of his brush work.

Th-The chiaroscuro...

outbursts of color.

His capacity for controlled gesture.

[Clears Throat] Born in 1519,

only to die again in 1594,

but that's... the way

it happens to most of us.

So you have a real

appreciation of his work.

How could I not have an appreciation

of a man who was short in stature...

but with a proud and obstinate nature,

who painted outside the,

the academic convention...

of 16th century Venice? [Chuckles]

What do you do, Mr. Berlin?

You can call me Joe. I'm-I'm-I'm

a writer. Novelist, mostly.

Joe Berlin. I saw one of your books.

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