One Percent More Humid Page #4

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You wanna talk about it?

There's nothing to talk

about. What do you mean?

Isn't this why we're here?

So you can be out of the city,

and watch the bra-less

coeds skip across the lawn

and feel the stirrings of youth again.

And if it isn't working, I just wonder

if there's something else going on.

There's nothing going on. I am writing.

How's the Navajo project?

What was the upshot with Cy?

He said it needed revisions. It

wasn't extreme enough for fiction.

- Oh, no.

- No, he was right.

That's insane.

I really thought that the pivot

that you made was totally brilliant.

So, wait, you are writing?

Yeah.

- So...

- Wow.

Can I read it?

No.

Why do you need to read it?

Because I like your work?

No, you don't.

I don't like your work? I love your work.

No, you don't. You don't

believe I have anything to say.

Anyway, that's not the

reason why you can't read it.

You can't read it 'cause it's

too new. It's too fragile.

"Fragile."

Like a Faberge egg fragile?

Yeah.

There's ice cream places open.

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I can't.

You want me to go out?

I'll get some and come back.

Okay.

- Yeah?

- Yeah.

Just stay. You just got here.

You can't even stay the night?

Since we're starting at 9:00,

I don't want to get up at

6:
00 and drive for three hours.

What, you can't say,

"I'd give you Saturday,

"but you'll never take my Sundays"?

The summer isn't really going as planned.

No.

I gotta go.

Hey.

Drive carefully.

Billy! Hey.

- One second.

- What are you doing?

Why would you make it seem like

she confessed something to you?

She didn't. You took it out of context.

- Iris.

- No, it's not fair.

You know...

Taking money from her parents is

not going to make this hurt less.

It's not going to make it any better.

- Yeah, it will. Yeah, it will.

- No, it won't!

- It won't.

- Hey. One sec, Pa.

Hey, you know, we still have

to, like, wake up every day

and go to work like we're normal.

No one expects you to be normal.

You think I can just, like,

sit at home and cry all day?

Iris, wake up.

- It won't make it right.

- Oh, it's never going to be right, Iris.

I'm not an idiot.

I need to talk to her.

Don't you think she

needs to talk to someone?

You girls should not be talking

until after the trial. Goodbye.

You're incredible.

These are wonderful.

I think...

I'm not what you need.

I think I know more about

what I need than you do.

I love you.

Do you know what this is?

I don't.

This is the moment right

before everything falls apart.

I love you, but that doesn't matter.

It's not Catherine's fault that

Mae died, but that doesn't matter.

This is how it works.

Everything falls apart.

And you just have to keep

walking and try not to fall down.

- For as long as possible.

- Mmm-hmm. Don't say that.

That's not it.

I should go.

You should be inside me and never leave.

Whatever.

I have hash and it's the

Little League final of Newburgh!

Are you ready to weep...

Sorry.

Professor McCann?

- Hi.

- Hi.

Um, I should get going.

Thank you.

What are you doing?

I have

brown nipples.

You left that poem about

that stoned toddler...

You left it in a drawer.

What are you doing?

How do you mean?

I don't know.

What I'm doing.

You know it's not about you.

I hope you understand it's

not about you, Gerald McCann.

For her. Tell me you

understand that on some level.

She's experiencing a crisis

based on actual life and death,

and you give her your dick as a present?

Did you think it had

magical healing powers?

It doesn't.

Sh*t.

Sh*t.

Sh*t.

You used to be original.

I know.

I f***ing know.

Uh, she found a poem

that I wrote about you.

Oh...

And she came up last night.

- What did she...

- She went back to the city.

Can I read it?

Yeah.

So, I'm going to take this

next semester to go up to Maine.

My parents are moving out of our old

house and they wanted my help, so...

And I need to regroup.

'Cause of me?

Because of me.

I'd do it again in a second.

I mean, not if it made it worse for you.

I really hope I didn't

make it worse for you.

Look, it's preposterous

for me to be offering you

any kind of life advice, clearly.

Clearly.

But

I know this.

And this is a kind of prescription.

Okay, and it works.

Um, these people wrote their

way out of where you are now.

They came here first.

They figured it out.

Um...

So, Frost, Yeats, Dylan Thomas. Everything.

Adam Zagajewski, "Praise

the mutilated world."

Dickinson, "I measure every grief

I meet with narrow, probing eyes.

"I wonder if it weighs like

mine, or has an easier size."

Anyway, there's lots of others.

You can hang onto that.

And then, um...

Send me what you write.

And I'll do the same.

Okay?

Okay.

They waited on the side of the

road for emergency services.

They did not have phones,

and they couldn't walk due to

their injuries, so they just waited.

We know they waited for over an hour.

Catherine, could you hand me the eggs?

Catherine, will you hand

me some eggs, please?

Jesus!

F***!

Jesus.

What the f***?

I don't even know my own strength.

Ha!

Yeah, it's f***ing hilarious.

Stay there.

Why do you look like misery?

When there's so much to be happy about?

It's over with Gerald.

His wife found out.

Did she walk in on you?

No. But she knows it's me.

Are you in love with him?

I don't know.

I couldn't...

I couldn't even touch her.

She was already gone, Catherine.

I should have been with her.

I should have...

I should have stayed.

I'm so sorry about your love.

Where are you going?

Just wanted to say that

we should go out tomorrow.

Don't leave.

It's the night before my Judgment Day.

Let's live while we can.

Catherine.

F*** off!

What the f***?

The only true compass to

the morass of American life

is to trust your own

personal set of ethics.

He doesn't want to see you.

- Hey.

- What?

Bartender wants you.

Stop!

Yeah?

We need for you and your friend to leave.

Why? We didn't do anything wrong.

Why? Because I have obligations

to certain customers here, that's why.

Oh, obligations?

Okay.

Nope. No.

Billy?

Listen, man. Uh-uh.

Let me just speak to Billy for a second!

Hey, what's going on?

They want us to leave. Billy

has told them to make us leave.

- And that's not okay.

- No.

- Let's just leave, that's fine.

- No.

- Whoa, Iris, come on.

- No.

Iris, get down!

- No, come on! Iris! Iris!

- Get off my bar.

Billy, look at me!

Iris, get down!

F***ing look at me!

- F*** you!

- Iris, hey, stop!

Why aren't we just allowed to be here?

Everyone else is allowed to be here!

Explain it to me!

Please!

Please tell me why!

I...

It's not f***ing fair!

Let go of her!

- Get off!

- Off my bar!

You're hurting me!

F***ing hurt... Ow!

Are you okay, Iris?

Yeah.

We can take it slowly.

- I'm okay.

- We're almost there.

Wow, it's really warm.

Hey.

Hey.

I just...

Um...

I...

I miss you, Mae.

The world isn't the same without you.

You'll be happy to know that

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