Love of My Life Page #9

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you think you're actually

gonna die from the pain.

[Clearing Throat]

But...

Richard:
Yeah, but, but

there's nothing like this.

That moment when someone

makes your heart skip a beat,

and you think anything-

anything is possible.

[Soft Piano Melody]

Hi, there.

Got your text.

So, what can I do

for you on this your

possibly almost last

day of your life, Grace?

You're early.

I'm not ready yet.

Can you wait in your office?

Sure.

I'll call you

when I want you.

Do you think that Richard found her?

Probably.

Or he'd have come back here

to see if she came home, wouldn't he?

Yeah.

I was thinking the same thing myself.

Mhm.

If I don't have sex today,

and Grace dies and

I don't meet someone

new because I might not,

you know, lots of people don't,

and I was never any good at dating,

even when I was young,

then that means that my

final f*** ever was like...

God, I don't even know when it was.

And I'm not even sure that

I stayed awake until the end.

And I didn't know it was

my last time ever sex,

and I really wanted to have

good last time ever sex.

Something special,

something memorable.

Is that selfish?

No, of course not, darling,

we all want a great f***.

But Grace won't have sex

with two men on her last day.

No.

No woman would do that.

I would,

but Gracie's always been

a bit prissy like that.

Well, just because he found her

doesn't mean that they-

You know, maybe they went for a pizza.

She loves pizza.

Well I suppose it depends

on what happened last night, doesn't it?

When they snuck out together.

You knew about that, of course.

No.

Oh, they were tiptoeing in, tiptoeing out.

I pretended to snore

so they wouldn't think I could hear them.

Of course I don't really snore.

A lady doesn't snore.

I don't think snoring is gender related,

I think it's got to do

with septums and palates.

No, no, no, darling, stay on the topic,

sweetie, your wife

and my husband snuck out together.

Look, have some more wine.

You've earned it, come on.

Yeah.

Well,

maybe she went to the cafe down the street.

She goes there sometimes,

when she has insomnia.

And then maybe Richard followed her,

and, and then-

she hit him with her purse and she said,

"You stay away from me you

brute or I'll kill you!"

See, lots of things are possible.

No, don't be naive.

It's not an appealing

quality in a man your age.

Of course, she's never

cheated on me before.

That you know of.

That I know of.

Well, even if she didn't,

dying changes people.

Not always for the better.

Imagine if the world were about to end.

You think people would

just f*** their spouses?

Of course not.

Well you really think

that my wife is being unfaithful

right now at this moment?

When can I look?

Grace:
Well, but promise me first

you won't be too disappointed.

I will not be disappointed.

[Soft Piano Melody]

What do you think?

This your design?

Grace:
I used some of

my ideas from school and

the entrance is from my graduate thesis

and elements of these.

I know there's a lot of work to be done

it'll probably never be built but-

It's good,

isn't it?

It's beautiful.

I didn't know you could do that.

Neither did I.

And I've got so many other ideas for

a library with a three-storey atrium,

and a community centre with

an indoor garden, I just-

Better late than never.

Do you think?

Or is it better to die thinking

you did the best you could?

I don't really know.

Do you know, I'm not entirely sure he's not

a serial killer.

I really wanted to find

the love of my life

before Mom dies.

Me too.

Yeah, me too.

You really did love her, huh?

Wrong tense, honey.

I mean, I might never have won the goddamn

Tolstoy Prize,

but if I hadn't shagged Tamara,

your mother would never

have found Tom and then...

Kaitlyn, now that we've

got to know each other

a little bit

there's something I'd like to say.

Your arrival on this planet

may have ruined my life,

but you were worth it.

Thank you.

I'm still gonna try and

win your mother's heart

before it's too late, though.

You'll understand when you've

made as many stupid mistakes

as we've made and that day will come.

Oh, I don't think so.

I don't think that many.

Well, let's hope not.

Oh, whatever.

I'll be here for you, whatever you need.

Boyfriends punching,

job searching,

first date chaperone,

impractical and unsolicited advice.

I'm your man.

Thanks.

Well, it's getting late.

Yeah, I wonder if your mom is back yet.

No, she didn't want to

go out to a restaurant,

so she said she'd bring

in take-out, we'd dress up

and have a nice family dinner at home.

I'm gonna go back to my place to change.

- Alright.

- I'll come with you.

Look, I'll see you guys

back at the house, okay?

- Okay.

- Yeah.

Hello?

Gracie!

[Muted Banging]

Anyone?

[Moaning]

Gracie.

Woman:
Shh shh!

[Moaning]

Oh, sh*t. Sh*t!

Darling, Gracie's not here.

Tamara, Jesus!

You should be thanking me.

You tell her about this,

you get to be her one last true love.

Hi.

Sorry I'm late.

Richard:
Hi.

Oh, hi, are the girls here?

Ah, they'll be here soon.

Ah, great, will you take

these into the kitchen,

I just need to get changed.

[Groans]

I'd love to but it's my back.

That damn futon. It's killing me.

Alright.

You've got a bad back.

I've got a brain tumour.

It's fine.

Listen, Gracie,

there's something I need to tell you.

No.

No, it's not about-

Please don't tell me you love me, okay?

You're right.

Maybe my life didn't turn out

exactly as I would have wanted it.

My work is sh*t.

My daughters are wonderful

but clueless and

I-I'm never gonna finish Middlemarch.

But I don't want to

think that the whole thing

has been a mistake.

Tom might not be the most

exciting man in the world,

but I know that he really loves me so

please just leave me my marriage, okay?

Yeah, babe.

And just...

I'm just gonna go upstairs to get changed.

Hey. No, no, no, no, no.

Just stay in this room a

minute. Don't leave the room.

Oh, for God's sake, when will you grow up?!

I've got a surprise for you.

Alright?

Just stay here.

Promise?

Promise me?

Stay here? Right? Promise?

Go, go.

You f***in' a**holes.

Alright, listen to me carefully.

This didn't happen, alright?

No one tells Gracie.

But, well I thought you'd want her to know.

Just let her die in peace!

Promise me?

I'm not gonna tell her.

I don't want her to know.

I can make your life hell and you know it.

Fine.

I won't tell her.

Alright, hurry up.

I can't keep her downstairs forever.

Grace isn't gonna know.

Grace isn't gonna know, thank God.

I really must

stop drinking.

What-what's the surprise?

This.

Well, what about it?

Why, I've put on my blue sweater.

You always said you liked me in blue.

Oh my god, I don't believe this.

Look, Grace, wait just a minute.

I've given you enough time

and I'd like to see my husband.

There you are!

I missed you.

Have you been drinking?

Sorry.

I'm really, really sorry.

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