Moment by Moment Page #5

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Come here. Oh, yeah.

Come on, Scamp.

Smile.

Okay, let me

have the camera.

All right, you take a picture now.

Oh, no, I don't want to.

Oh, come on, Trish! No.

Come on. No, I don't want to.

Come on.

I want you to go shopping for me. Trish!

I got ya.

Come on.

Hey, this one's gonna be

a good one for me. Look.

Let me see.

Here, spray your feet.

Oh, this is.

This is real good.

Ooh, I love this.

You've got a great eye.

Maybe I should be a photographer.

Maybe. Come on.

Listen, I've got the list

all made, so hurry.

Come on.

Come on, you guys.

I wanna hold you till

the fear in me subsides

No, I... Marie, I don't

want you driving out here.

It's silly to come

to the beach.

I'm keeping the house clean.

I promise.

No, you'd be proud of me.

Listen. How are things there?

Oh, did you forward

my mail?

Good. Anything from Tim?

Nothing?

Trisha?

Listen. Somebody just came in.

Trisha?

No, no. No, no.

I have to go.

Trisha?

Okay. Adios.

Oh!

I am glad to see that

you are alive and well.

I've been calling

and calling.

I know, Naomi.

I haven't been answering.

Well, I know.

Hey, I just got worried.

Stu too.

He wanted to come out too,

but he didn't want to upset you.

I wish both of you would stop worrying,

really.

And you shouldn't have taken the

trouble to drive all the way out here.

Oh, I had to come out anyway

to check on my house.

I, uh, should have

come out sooner.

Or I should have had you check on

that extra room we're building on.

Oh, I wish we had used

redwood instead of cedar.

Cedar looks like

a huge, empty closet.

Uh, Naomi, why don't

we go downstairs?

I would love it if you

would fix me a drink.

Come on.

Is that a new dress?

Of course.

It looks great. When do you think they're

gonna have your house done, anyway?

By the time they finish my house,

it will have slipped into the ocean.

Yes, this one too,

I think.

What do you want?

Vodka or gin?

Both.

Oh, Naomi, you always give me a laugh.

That's good.

Before I forget, Peg made me promise to beg

you to come to her new gallery opening.

She's been trying

to reach you, too.

We both agree it would be good

for you to show your face,

and give everyone a chance to see

that you're not falling apart.

You're not, are you?

Falling apart?

No, I'm not.

Good.

Well, what'll I tell Peg?

Oh, gosh,

I don't... Um...

Let me see how I feel,

but I don't think so.

Well, I can't say I blame you.

I'm not looking forward to it myself.

Guess what her theme is.

I'll tell you. You'll never guess.

She's got this photographer who

does huge blowups of feet...

In all sizes,

shapes and forms.

Can you imagine?

She's calling the exhibit

"foot-ography."

Do you think

that's a good idea?

Oh, gosh,

I don't know.

I don't think it's a good idea.

I never like Peg's ideas.

Well,

at least she does something with her ideas.

That's more

than I can say.

You should see Peg lately.

She is crazier than a loon.

I don't know if I could face the

gallery opening, but I do miss Peg.

Aren't you having

one of these?

We all have ideas.

Sometimes the real talent is knowing

when not to do anything with them.

You know how she got the idea?

I can't imagine.

Her new gallery is

right next to a shoe store,

and, zap, the foot-ography

concept pops into her mind.

I admire Peg though.

She's so self-sufficient.

I can never get you to say

anything bad about anybody, can I?

It is very comforting

to know

that when I have a bad idea

you will stand up for me, too.

You have many times,

haven't you?

Okay, kid. I will put it

on the calendar.

September 2nd.

Gallery opening.

Hi.

Oh, thanks so much.

Listen, I'll take those.

Let me have them.

Oh, wait.

I have something for you.

Thank you.

No, thank you.

Oh, God. Oh, Naomi.

I've done something

terrible.

Yes, I figured you had.

Oh, God.

Trisha, what on Earth

have you been up to?

How could I do

something like that?

I've gotta go after him.

Will you come with me?

Please. Come on.

Go with me.

I'm right behind you, girl.

Oh, how could I do that?

Come on. Oh, Naomi.

Oh, I shouldn't have.

Come on.

Here it is.

Excuse me.

I'm looking for this Strip person.

It was dark at midnight

I think he's back up here.

There was hardly any moon

And no one really saw much

Um, excuse me.

And no one was really sure

The gentleman

over here said...

Something didn't seem right I don't know.

I haven't seen him in a while.

Something seemed kinda queer

A roar turned into whispers

Everyone stood there

As the sound split the night

They ran

hiding from the light

Like strangers in the night

Well, I didn't

see no shotgun

And I didn't see no knife I

think it's this way. Come on.

Excuse me.

Do you know this person...

Excuse me. Do you know

this fellow on the right?

I know what you're thinking.

I doubt it.

I was thinking how boring shopping at

Bonwit's is gonna seem from now on.

You gonna be all right?

Yes. Sure.

Do you need some company at the house

tonight? I'd rather be alone. Thanks.

Besides, my wisecracks wear a bit

thin after a while, don't they?

No.

I know.

Well, why don't you say it?

I might just as well

have told you.

You would've read it in the

papers tomorrow anyway.

Didn't save myself much,

did I?

You don't owe me

an explanation.

I didn't want it this way.

I'll bet you didn't.

Johnny, don't you realize

you're in danger here?

That isn't

what worries me.

I came here

to do something.

But you fixed that too.

Johnny!

Who is it?

Your delivery boy.

Strip.

I'm sorry.

I've looked everywhere for you.

I'm so sorry.

Listen, I...

Please come in.

Look, I just came by to get my address book,

and then I'm splittin'.

Corky! Corky.

Please forgive me. Hey, look, look,

I just want my book. That's all.

It's upstairs

in my bedroom.

Oh, upstairs

in your bedroom, huh?

I'm s... I'm sorry.

Strip, come here.

Please come here.

Let's make up.

I don't like you being so ashamed

of me in front of your friends.

Oh, God,

I'm not ashamed of you.

I'm just bothered by how

much older I am than you.

I couldn't deal with it

all of a sudden.

I want to deal with it.

I don't care what people think.

Please.

Please, let's make up.

You are crazy about me,

aren't ya?

What if I were to

break your heart?

How would you feel

about that? Huh?

You already have.

Good.

Makes us even then,

huh?

I was so worried.

Where did you go?

There are a lot of places I

could go without coming here.

Only,

who'd wanna be there?

Oh, I missed you.

I missed you.

Don't ever go away

like that.

Mmm.

I've been thinking I want you

to go somewhere with me.

Where?

A party.

If it's one of them tux gigs,

count me out.

Mmm, I don't care

how you go.

You can go naked

for all I care.

If we're gonna shock them,

we might as well go all the way.

Mmm.

Mmm.

Say it.

Go on. Say it.

I love you. I love you.

I love you, I love you,

I love you, I love you.

I know what good art is. Listen to Peg, okay?

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