No Stranger Than Love Page #2

No! No!

What is that gonna look like,

me at your house at this hour?

Now, remember, we're on a rendezvous here.

Well, couldn't we be doing some

sort of school-related thing?

Okay, like what?

I don't know. A project?

An art/gym project?

Who is gonna buy that?

Lucy, come on?

Listen, if things I throw are hitting

you, what if I throw down a rope?

A rope! Oh my God, yes,

that is a fantastic idea!

Go get a rope, Lucy.

- What the hell was that?

- Somebody's here.

Okay, uh, tell them you're sleeping.

- Luce, it's me.

- It's my father.

Don't let him in.

All right?

- You cannot let him in!

- Shh. Shh. Shh.

Hi, Dad.

- You got a guest?

- No. I was just...

I know, that's okay.

Your goddamn pain in the neck mother

said it was too late to come by,

but your phone's been busy for weeks and...

- I just gotta ask you something honey.

- What?

Do you think I'm a good mayor?

Yes. You're a wonderful mayor.

Of course, you're a good mayor.

Well, then why can't I write a simple goddamn poem?

- Poem?

- Yeah.

You see, this year I want to open

the jamboree with a little poem.

Something that's kind of uplifting, you know?

Dealing with, uh, virtue and

honesty and trust and integrity,

stuff that's right up your alley.

I mean you make people sick with this

kinda stuff, you're so goddamn good.

So I thought maybe you could, uh, start me off.

Well, it's something I'm gonna

have to think about, daddy.

I've kind of shut down for the night.

Oh, uh, pfft, yeah of course,

I'm sorry, it's late.

But at least you understand the importance

of an opening poem.

Goddamn moron of a mother.

- Lucy?

- Mmm-hmm?

What's the matter?

Aw, I know what it is.

You don't like me calling your mother a moron.

Listen, sweetie, I'd call your mother a moron

- if she was standing right next to me.

- Uh...

Sweetie. It's okay. I mean...

I mean she calls me "dumbo" and...

"Mr. flabby" that kind of thing, you know that.

Sweetheart, someday you're gonna meet the ideal guy

and if you can stay together as long as we have,

well, then, it'll all go to hell

for you too and that'd be that.

Anyway, when a good opening for my poem hits you,

just give me a call or come over to the house, okay?

Aw, thank you, sweetie.

You're the best. Goodnight.

Oh, and your porch light is out.

- He's gone!

- Yes, I know. I can hear.

I can hear everything!

Lucy, rope. We gotta get rope.

I need to get out of here.

Rope. Well, how much rope?

Lots. Miles of the stuff.

Well, I don't know, Clint. Won't me

asking for miles of rope at this hour

make people think something's funny?

Good point. Uh, Willie Perry!

- Willie Perry?

- Yes! He's perfect!

Lucy, go down to the port hole,

and find Willie Perry, all right?

He is nuts. He saves everything.

All right?

He'll have tons of rope.

He'll help us.

Well, but what about the...

The rendezvous aspect?

That's why Willie is perfect.

Look, we're blood-brothers since we were ten.

All right, he won't tell a soul!

Just go get Willie.

All right, you gotta do it, Lucy!

Go. Get him.

Lucy?

Ma'am, I don't suppose you have

any idea it is against the law

to look that fantastic, do you?

Howard, I'm just not gonna stop anymore.

I'm just not. This is no fair.

We gotta go dancing, Lucy.

Oh, we haven't been dancing for months.

You remember the last time we went dancing?

I do.

The sweat was pouring off of us.

We gotta get sweating like

that again, Lucy, I mean it.

Oh!

Gotta go.

Hey, where you going so late?

Na, na, na, na, just

name a night, I'll call you.

God, you break my heart.

- I don't get it either.

- You don't get it?

No.

Hey, congratulations, my queen, third year in a row.

What are you doing in here?

You want some popcorn?

No. Thank you, Brenda. I'm

looking for Willie actually.

Willie? You just missed him.

He just went up the cliffs

with Randy and I don't know, a couple of others.

Want a pretzel?

No. Thank you. No.

I'm completely lost.

Am I anywhere near this address?

You're looking for Clint Coburn?

- Yeah, you know him?

- Yeah, who doesn't? He's not far.

Hey, Lucy, you going up to the cliffs after Willie?

- No.

- You going home?

- Yeah.

- Okay, follow her.

She goes right past Clint's place.

Is that okay with you, Luce?

Mmm-hmm.

Rydell Whyte.

What are you gonna do, toot?

Toot?

You know, when you come to Clint Coburn's

house, you gonna toot your horn or...

I'll slow down and point.

There's deer.

- Deer?

- Ceramic deer and ducks, you'll see.

I'm in a little bit of a hurry.

No problem. I'm right behind you,

Lucy-I'm-in-a-little-bit-of-a-hurry.

Ow. Ow. Ow.

You have a rag or something? I kinda

bonked my forehead back there.

Oh, my God, what happened?

I don't know, I hit my head on the

stupid car. You just have a rag or...

- Here, here.

- Ah, man.

Thanks, I just didn't have anything.

Oh this is good, good. I know

you're in a hurry so, uh, bye.

- How bad is it?

- I don't know, it's... It's nothing.

Um, can you see?

Yeah, well, it's a gash.

A gash?

Yes, a gash.

I mean, is it deep?

Well, no, not very.

I mean, your skull's right there.

- You can see my skull?

- No. I'm just saying...

Right, right, right, how deep can it be

'cause your skull's right there.

Good.

Oh, this is good. But, man,

oh man, it sure is bleeding.

Are there any main arteries in your head?

I don't know.

No. I don't think so, but I think

you oughtta get some stitches.

Stitches? Oh, my God,

where am I gonna get stitches?

You know, I don't even know where I am.

You know, fine, you know what,

I'll deal with this. I'm good.

You know, thank you very much for your troubles.

Whoopsie-Daisy.

Come... come here. Come sit.

Just got a little case of the Whirlies.

Get a little funny when it comes to,

uh, blood of my own that's coming out of my...

Oh, boy.

This is awful, I'm so sorry, but how

far do we have to go for some ice?

Clint, I couldn't get Willie or any rope

but there's a man at the bar

and he's looking for you.

He's going to your house.

What?

Uh, what man, who?

I never saw him before. He's in the car.

I'll be right back.

- He's in the car?

- Shh. Yes.

- Outside in the car?

- Yes, he needs help, what could I do?

Ditch him, that's what.

Who is this guy?

I don't know, Rydell somebody.

He didn't even know where you lived.

Rydell. I... I don't know any Rydell.

What's he look like?

Dark. He looks dark.

Dark? Oh, no.

Oh, God, oh please, please,

please, no, no. Dark? Ugh.

I'll be right back.

I'm down in a hole floating and

now they're coming to get me.

Coming to get you?

Who's coming to get you, Clint?

Thugs, Lucy, thugs.

Oh, holy crow, Jesus God, now what?

Thugs?

Granville's thugs. There's only one?

There's only one dark thug?

Who's Granville?

Granville's a bookie, Lucy.

My bookie.

It doesn't matter.

Nothing matters.

A bookie?

I make a sports bet or two.

No big deal. No big deal.

It doesn't matter.

Nothing matters but us.

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