Prelude to a Kiss Page #6

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- It's really pretty amazing-

you know, for about a minute.

- Hello?

- Oh, Marion, it's Peter.

- I thought it might be you.

- Where have you been?

I've been worried.

How's Rita?

She's terrible, Peter.

We took her to London.

She was so shook up,

Marsha I thought she needed a rest.

What happened between

the two of you, Peter?

If you don't want to

tell me, you don't have to.

I guess I must've

said something about her...

not being the same person.

But I would do

anything...

to get Rita back.

I love her with all

my heart and soul.

You can't come

here, Peter.

If either of them knew I was talking

to you, they'd have me shot at sunrise.

What if-

It's just a thought-

but what if you said I was going away

on business for a couple of weeks?

Oh, I don't know, Peter.

And you said that

she could stop by...

and pick up her things

from storage in the basement.

All her old letters and diaries

from her childhood.

And when you came by

with her, I'd be here,

and we could talk.

When would you want us?

- Anytime.

- I'm not promising anything.

- I understand.

- Monday?

Monday's great!

- I'll try. That's all I can do.

- I understand.

Thank you.

What time?

- Anytim e.

- Noon, say?

- Noon's great.

- High noon.

High noon.

- Peter.

- Yes?

What you said before...

about Rita not being

the same person-

Uh-huh.

She may not be the picture of the woman

you thought she was,

but that's an image,

Peter.

Just a picture.

Words.

That's life.

That's marriage.

But I know

she loves you...

and misses you.

I miss her too.

All right.

I'll see you Monday then.

- Thank you, Mom.

- Allri ght.

- Bye.

- Bye, now.

She'll try.

He keeps it clean.

Now, I want you

to talk, Rita.

I want you both to talk.

That's all.

You can do that much,

since you took the trouble to marry him.

This was my idea,

by the way.

How have you been?

- I wanted to come.

- Really?

I wouldn't

have thought that.

But you're here, so-

Can I get you

something?

It's been real lonely

without you, Rita.

You, uh,

went to London,

your mom says.

H w was it?

Okay, tie his feet!

Rita, come on!

Give me- Gi -

Goddamn it!

Okay.

Give me the knife.

Rita!

Kiss him.

Go on!

Rita?

No, it didn't work.

- Is it you?

- I don't know how it happened.

- I don't know what I did.

- I'll kill you! I swear to God I will!

- Peter- - How the

hell did you do this?

- Put the knife down, please.

- It's a trick, Rita.

- Don't you know that much?

- He doesn't know. Give it to me.

- Are you here, Rita?

- Yes. I'm right here.

- Talk to me

if you're here. Please!

- Give me the knife.

- I can't.

- Put it down.

All right? Just-

- Thank you.

- Where did you go?

I couldn't imagine

what happened to you.

Watch him.

4320 Southeast Avenue.

- How is Leah?

- I think she misses ya.

She keeps making soup

and offering me another cup...

- and another cup-

- Your mother?

She isn't serious about

the peanut butter and mayonnaise.

Oh, she made you one?

A sandwich?

- Stop this.

- I haven't had one of those since grade school!

I'd almost forgotten.

Did you try one?

- Rita!

- Oh, they're really good!

I've been over

and over it...

so many times,

you know?

Exactly-

Have you tried?

I wanted it.

That's all I know.

I got on a train going nowhere,

as far as I knew.

There you were-

a wedding.

Young people

starting a life.

I wis hed to God

I was that brideg room starting out,

or the bride,

for that matter.

Look at the shine

in those eyes.

Oh, you're ki dding.

I was totally freaked from the moment

I woke up. I was terrified.

I thought,

if I could shine...

like the light

of that girl over there,

I'd never take another drink.

I'd let my liver hang on

another decade.

Stay out of the sun.

Eat right.

This tim e I would floss.

I remember now.

Oh, God.

I wanted to be you.

For one second

of one day,

what it would be like

to just be.

- Yes.

- And not be afraid.

- If I could just get inside,

- If I could get inside,

- I'll kss the bride.

- my whole life would be behind me.

My whole life would be

a head of me again.

- Look at her- the soft arms,

the white teeth. - That smell.

- That sweet smell on her breath.

- A man.

Not like something rotting

coming up from your insides, but soft.

- Like a father.

- Like a baby. And white.

An old man...

with nothing-

- Nothing to lose.

- Nothing to lose.

All you got to do is want it...

bad enough.

My God.

Rita?

Like an old suit.

My wife and daughter

had a bond.

I loved them both so much

I wanted to eat them alive.

Women make a life...

inside their body.

And that life comes out

and holds onto them.

Clings to them.

Calls them up

from school and says,

" I'm sick, Ma.

Come pick me up."

That baby is theirs

for life.

Don't you see?

To be able to look back...

from their side

of the bed,

with their eyes,

at last.

And you, my boy-

I tried to be patient.

I tried to be interested.

I called every hotel

in Ocho Rios.

What the hell is

a Long Island iced tea?

You're

a sweet kid.

No hard feelings,

but...

you're not my type.

- Please.

- I don't know.

The idea

of livin' forever-

It's not so good.

And those parents of yours

you can keep.

Thank you.

Do yourselves a favor.

Floss.

Oh, my God!

My body!

My body!

There they are.

Look at those.

Yes.

Your hair.

I'm here!

I'm not afraid.

I know.

I'm not afraid!

Oh,I love you!

Give me a smile.

Je hebt erg

witte tanden.

Je hebt erg

witte tanden.

Oh! I don't remember

what I was supposed to say, Peter.

- I know I memorized it.

- Om je beter mee op te eten.

You promised

you'd tell me.

What does it mean?

The better

to eat you with.

Never,

never to be squandered-

the miracle

of a nother human being.

- You're the miracle.

- No, you are.

You.

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