Learning to Drive Page #6
and that's deadly.
You have to see this through,
You have to go back to Vermont
and harvest your ass off.
- I'll come visit you, I promise.
- Okay.
- It's too far.
- I'm gonna find way, I'm gonna...
I'm gonna find a way.
Hi, its Wendy.
I'm gonna try again.
Yes.
How is Jasleen?
She's very busy.
She goes to school now, taking classes.
So, how do you like your your new apartment?
It's an adjustment,
I'm tasting it.
- You're so quiet.
- You're not doing anything wrong.
Played it chicken meat.
That looks like a pass.
- I wish you had been there.
- I was there.
Thank you, ma'am.
I was there.
Thank you.
I was there.
Did you hear my voice telling you what to do?
No.
- You didn't need it.
- No.
Oh my God....
I do not know...
I just...I wasn't as nervous this time.
- That's so amazing.
- Yeah.
- So happy for you,Mom.
- Thanks.
So, when are you gonna drive up and see me?
I'm coming soon.
- It's an classic American car.
- It's a good price.
Can't go wrong with that.
You could drive this one right off the lot today...
If...you know, If you're okay with the color.
I never thought about red, but...
Red is happy, it's...
What the bride wears for her wedding in India.
Yes, but what does it say about me?
I'm a hot little number?...
Hussie on board?
It says...
"Don't f*** with me."
Alright now, who'd be purchasing the car today,
sir you or your wife?
Ah...(CLEARS THROAT)
She is not my wife.
But... Whose name will the car be under, sir?
Really, we're not together.
Honey, it's okay.
- I'm buying it.
- Alright.
- Congratulations.
- Oh, thanks.
How do I...?
How do I get home?
You can follow me to the bridge.
Darwan...
Darwan, thank you.
I'll be hearing your voice in my head...
For a long time.
That would please me.
Well...
Here I go.
Wendy...
Could we go...?
Somewhere we can celebrate, a dinner, please?
Or just a coffee sometime, just to chat.
- I can't.
- I want to see you again.
I know.
The trouble is...
What?
What?
You're a good man.
You are my faith.
Wendy...
Seat belt first.
Darwan.
I didn't expect you.
Jasleen,
Maybe I would not work at night anymore.
Would you like that?
Yes.
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