Return of the Secaucus Seven Page #11

me money-- -Forget it, J.T.

I don't expect anything

from you. I really don't.

-Katie?

-Out here.

-Jeff's gone.

-He is? I didn't hear his car.

-He left a note.

-That's just like him. What's it say?

-It's an apology.

-For what?

I don't know. It just says,

"I'm sorry. Love, Jeff."

Oh, God. Nothing else?

Just a huge pile of kindling.

And then he can say:

"I thought I could get away with one

box vanilla, two chocolate mint...

...like everyone else."

Katie would die if she knew.

What are you looking at?

You really did have a

good time, didn't you?

Yeah, I did.

I think I passed the test too.

You got a good beat and

you can dance to it....

I'll give you a 90.

Don't wake her.

If she sleeps late enough, maybe we

can talk her into staying for the night.

Well, I suppose we ought to

take down the volleyball net.

It's supposed to rain later.

Let me take some aspirin first.

That dope of Chip's, Washington

Gold or whatever it was.

I think it was the coffee at the

police station that got to me.

And what are we gonna

do with all those eggs?

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