No Stranger Than Love Page #3

Lucy?

I'll be back soon, Clint.

No, no, no, don't go Lucy. For

God's sakes, the guy's a goon.

This is a nice feature, this seat.

Uh-huh.

Is he mad?

Who?

Your husband.

I don't have a husband.

Please hold still.

So, you're a friend of Clint's?

- You know him?

- Yes.

Yes, we teach at the same school.

He's a teacher?

Gym. Phys-Ed, he's a coach.

What kind of coach?

Football coach.

A football coach.

And what do you teach?

The bleeding stopped.

Thank you.

And what is it that you teach?

Art. Should I drive you home or...

Art? Really?

Yes.

Man.

Man, that's incredible, to be able to teach art.

What's so incredible about it?

Well.

I mean, what is it?

You don't know what art is?

Well, kinda.

But I couldn't put it into words.

I mean, what is it?

And what is it that you do?

What about if you ask me...

How about if you ask me what

is it that I would like to do?

- Look, are you feeling...

- So you have no interest in

knowing what it is that I would like to do?

What is it that you would like to do?

None of your goddamn business.

Um, yeah, I...

I would like to build a stone cottage in the country.

I would like to have maybe five acres.

Yeah.

And I would like to write at least one good poem.

Are you feeling better?

Yeah, let's...

Let's test her out.

Oi.

All right.

Which way are the cliffs?

The cliffs?

The ones they were talking about in the bar.

Hard to describe.

Oh, kind of like art.

Thank you.

You've been very helpful.

I'll walk back.

I'd like to walk back.

Fresh air.

I'm all perked up.

Do you know where you are?

No idea.

Let me know when you figure out what art is.

Lucy?

Lucy?

Lucy, Lucy, Lucy, Lu, Lu, Lu...

Lucy!

- Oh, God.

- Lucy?

Clint, it's almost 8:00.

I'm gonna call in sick.

No, no, you can't.

I slept like a log last night.

I feel great! And I've thought it all out.

All right. Everything fits.

- You have to go to school.

- I do?

Yes, yes! If we're both not at school,

people might think something's fishy.

Plus, if you don't go to school,

you can't go to the hardware store for rope.

Forget Willie. All right, after

school, you go to the hardware store

and you buy all the rope that Eddie's got,

and then you come home, you pull me out.

I go home, and I lie like crazy.

So, go!

What about the whole bookie thing?

Well, that's my lie! Some

thug kidnapped me last night!

He came looking for me at the bar!

Brenda will back it up!

You see, it all fits!

All right, so just go.

Okay? Go, go, go, go!

Hi, Ms. Sherrington.

Congratulations.

Poor Verna.

I don't wanna go in there either,

but somebody's gotta tell her.

Tell her what?

Oh, you didn't hear?

Couple of joggers found Clint's SUV

down the old Jones logging road.

Starting to get weird with

the blood and all, isn't it?

What blood?

They found a big wad of bloody Kleenex

on the road near Clint's house.

I'll call you.

The law has arrived.

Hi, Lucy.

Hi. Um, I copied something down I

think you're really gonna like.

Um, because you know how you're always

saying you don't know very much?

Well, listen, "the less one knows,

"the more passionate one is able to become.

"And the more one knows, the less

passionate one is able to become."

So, do you think that's true or...

Gee, I'm not sure, Vernon.

Because if it is, it's pretty sad because, you know,

we, like us, like people

thrive on knowing.

And what hope do we have for sustained passion,

you know, do you see?

I'll just leave it with you.

Not a big thing.

Bye, Vernon!

Did you tell him?

Who?

Clint Coburn, did you tell him about me?

Did I tell him what about you?

That I'm looking for him.

Did you talk to him at all?

He never went home. He never went

to school. He must be ducking me.

Why am I doing this?

Who's kidding who?

- Does he drink?

- Drink?

Booze.

I would have no information about that.

I'll try some bars.

I went to those cliffs.

They're really beautiful.

And I'm sorry about being such a

big baby about this whole thing.

It's not even puffy.

You were very sweet.

Thank you.

More?

All of it, please, ed.

Maybe, we shoulda left it on the spool.

What do you want with all this rope?

Oh, we're doing a rope project in class.

Please, don't do that, ed.

I'm just growling at you.

I know. But still.

You make a man growl, you know,

that's all there is to it.

Do you have more spools of rope, ed?

Nope. I can get more.

Might take a week.

Might take more.

Might take less.

This is fine.

Well, I'll haul it out to the car for you.

Why don't you hold my chocolate eclair for me?

You can take a bite out of it if you want.

Oh.

Oh, God!

Clint, people are coming over.

- That was just six hours?

- Felt like a month.

Did you get the rope?

Yes, I'm throwing it down.

Did you hear what I said?

People are coming over.

People? People who?

My friends.

Once a month at 3:00, I forgot.

There's nothing I can do.

Fifteen minutes!

Are you reaching your hand up?

Yes! Yes! Keep her coming.

How much did you get?

All they had.

And they found your car.

What? No, that's impossible.

I threw branches on it.

And grass.

Well, they found it.

Maybe I should just tell.

Tell? No. Verna, she might just, I don't

know, she must just keel right over.

It would be like murder,

all right. We cannot tell her.

Are you still feeding me the rope?

Yes, are you fishing your hand around?

- Yes, both hands!

- Well, that's it.

That's it?

Oh, God.

Oh, God. Helen's here.

Oh, God.

- The rug! Cover me with the rug!

- The rug.

Wait, wait, what if they step on it?

What if someone falls in?

The coffee table!

Yes! The coffee table! You are

a genius, the coffee table!

Yes! Oh, wait, wait, wait, could you

throw me down a snack first, okay?

I'm dying down here. I need a

bread, a carrot, anything, please.

Oh!

Hi!

Okay, maybe we ought to let

Nancy off the hot seat for now.

No, no, this is good.

Just... just let me finish.

Where did I leave off?

Um, he had just kicked the birdcage across the room.

Oh, yeah. And then, and then

he said every time we kissed,

all he could see was our jaw

hinges opening and closing,

our tongues like slabs of meat poking in and out,

our teeth separated from each other

by just two flaps of hide.

Whoa, hide?

Yeah. I don't know,

he hunts a lot.

Maybe that's why he called our lips hide.

This one doesn't sound so good, Nance.

No. No.

Well, there,

I'm done being on the hot seat.

Who's next? Lucy?

Yeah, you don't need to take notes for Lucy.

Lucy's always fine and the men

in her life are always nice.

I'm not always fine.

Oh yeah, how many "fines" and "nicest" was

it last time? Remember, we kept track.

Oh, ah yes. So, 17.

- Mmm-hmm.

- Well, I don't care.

I could say it a 1000 times and

that doesn't mean it's true.

I'm not always fine.

Nobody is.

And I would really like if you

would stop thinking that about me.

I think I'm gonna make more tea.

Okay.

You know, the thing that gets me?

There's like a million people out there that I could

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