Melinda and Melinda Page #10

- No!

- Yes.

l'd known her all my life. We were school

mates. We went through everything together.

She was the one who was responsible

for my meeting my fianc.

lt's a sad story. lt's awful.

Do you mind sleeping on cotton sheets?

l know you posed for Playboy on satin.

l couldn't help noticing

how they'd always make eye contact.

l thought l was paranoid,

but l should have trusted my instinct.

Always go with your gut feeling.

Sometimes l would pick up the phone

after it would ring, and there'd be no one.

- But they were signalling each other.

- Stacey.

Making love, meeting secretly,

laughing at me...

- l'm sure they weren't laughing at you.

- We were moving in together.

Looking for an apartment together,

to live together. l loved him.

- l'm sure.

- My closest friend knew that.

She knew how much l cared about him. She

knew my whole life was wrapped up in him.

Of course. Should l dim the lights?

Maybe a little jazz. Do you like jazz?

- l can't bear it. l can't bear to think about it.

- Don't think about it.

You know, life is so rotten, so cruel,

and then, finally, about nothing.

We can just stretch out on the carpet if you...

l can't stand it!

l'm going out the window.

What?

- l'm going out the window.

- Stacey, wait! Are you crazy?

Stacey...

Stacey.

- Leave me alone. l wanna end it all!

- No, no, no!

- Stop it! Stop it! Stop it!

- Please!

Let's talk about what...

Jeez.

God!

Please, let me go.

Let me go!

Kiss me. l love you.

Kiss me. Please.

My gosh.

What a dream.

Melinda! What...

- What are you doing here?

- My God.

l was listening at your door.

- For what?

- l was jealous.

- Jealous? Jealous of what?

- Well...

You went home with Stacey,

and all night long l've been upset.

So l guess l've realised

how much l care for you.

- Really?

- ls she here? l heard lovemaking talk.

No, that was a dream.

You were dreaming about her?

l was dreaming of you, actually.

- Me? Why were you dreaming about me?

- l dreamt l was making love to you.

- Really?

- Melinda...

l'm in love with you.

Me? You never said anything.

l was married,

and when it was breaking up you met Bill.

My God. Couldn't you tell

l've been in love with you for a long time?

l couldn't even tell that l was in love with you.

And now you're spying on me.

What a silly thing -

a grown woman, a mature, sophisticated

woman, outside a door, spying.

By the way,

l found a piece of your bathrobe in my door.

- Strange. l should tell my laundress.

- You don't have a laundress.

Well, marry me and we'll get a laundress.

So, you see, it's all in the eye of the beholder.

We hear a little story, a few hearsay details.

You mould them into a tragic tale - a woman's

weakness for romance is her undoing.

And that's how you see life.

Whereas you, you take those details,

you put them into an amusing romance.

Great. That's your take on life.

But, obviously, there is no one

definitive essence that can be pinned down.

Well, moments of humour do exist.

l exploit them.

But, you know, they exist

within a tragic overall framework.

ls everybody going

to Phil Dorfman's funeral next week?

He dropped dead of a heart attack. He just

had his cardiogram, which was perfect.

- l hate funerals.

- Me too. Always, at the wrong time, l laugh.

See, that's my point. We laugh because

it masks our real terror about mortality.

l didn't mean to bring up

the subject of funerals.

Well, how can it be a romantic, funny world

if you can't trust your own cardiogram?

- l wanna be cremated.

- Now? Or after your death?

Let's change the subject. We came out

to have a fun and relaxing evening.

Let's drink to good times. Comic or tragic,

the most important thing to do

is to enjoy life while you can

because we only go round once,

and when it's over, it's over.

And, perfect cardiogram or not, when

you least expect it, it could end like that.

ENGLlSH

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