Submission Page #6

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- Okay?

- Perfect.

- All right, great.

- Thank you so much.

- See ya.

- We'll see you tomorrow.

So have you decided what your

major's going to be yet, or...

Well, I have till

the end of the year to declare,

but I was thinking

creative writing.

Mm-hmm.

Unless you think I should

major in something else.

No, no. I think... No, I

think it's a great idea.

No, I-I, um...

I just didn't want to assume that

that was what you wanted to do.

[snickers] Good.

Because writing is really the

only thing that interests me.

It's all I care about,

really.

If I wake up that day and I'm

writing, then I'm in a good mood.

I'm happy.

I know what you mean.

- It's better than anything.

- Yeah.

It's better than sex.

Well... [laughs]

- Maybe not that.

- Maybe not that, yeah, but...

[man]

But nevermore

[backup singers]

No, no, no, no, no, no

[man] Nevermore

[backup singers]

No, no, no, no, no, no

No, no. I don't want

external speakers.

I just need to make sure it has the

new Intel core i5 and i7 processors.

- Absolutely.

- Okay.

And I don't want

an in-store service plan

because it never breaks

before that expires anyway.

[laughs] Your daughter

is very charming.

That was easy. Everything

should be that easy.

- [chuckles]

- Thank you.

It's just one writer

helping another writer.

Thanks.

- What...

- No. Sorry. Go ahead.

No, you...

Go ahead. Choose.

- Yeah?

- Yeah.

Okay.

- [lush mid-tempo pop playing]

- [clears throat]

[woman singing]

The whole thing is over

[singing continues]

- All righty.

- [song stops playing]

All right.

Um, you wouldn't be willing,

by any chance,

to help me carry this stuff

up to my room, would you?

Or help set it up?

I understand if you have to get going.

I've taken up enough of your day already.

Actually, I don't think I'd be

much help setting up a computer.

My wife

had to set mine up.

- [laughs]

- I'm, like, totally useless.

- So...

- Well, that's cool.

- I can probably do it.

- Okay.

You can just be

moral support.

[door closes]

Did you do

these drawings?

Um, yeah.

Mostly.

- Very good.

- Thanks. I've been doing it forever.

I just kind of pass the time

that way. You know?

Impressive.

- I think we got it!

- Oh!

Putting together my last

computer was, like, total hell.

You must be

my good luck charm.

[laughs]

Well, I'm glad to hear it.

Hey, um, let me print out

the new pages for you.

[printer whirring]

Son of a b*tch.

Sh*t. Sh*t!

- Uh, the paper's jammed.

- Yeah, no sh*t.

Sorry. I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

I just... I really wanted to give you

these pages before you went a-and...

Don't worry about it.

You know what?

Just e-mail them to me,

'cause I really should go.

Sometimes it jams. Let me just

try this one other thing. Okay?

[printer whirring]

Sh*t! Sh*t.

- Okay, all right...

- No, it's...

Relax, relax.

It's okay. It's not...

- [sighs] It's so...

- It's okay. It's okay.

Hey.

It's all right.

Don't...

[both moan]

- [loud pop]

- Ow!

- Oh, my God! What was that?

- I don't know.

- Just heard that through my skull.

- [laughing]

Sorry.

I think I broke a tooth.

- Are you okay?

- I don't know. Yeah.

[groans]

- I think I lost a filling or something.

- [laughs]

That's not all you lost.

[snickering]

- Oh, yes. I'm sorry.

- Don't worry about it.

Hey, um, let's...

let's try this again.

- Okay, well, I'm not so sure I'm...

- No, no, no, no.

- What?

- No, not that.

- I was gonna say my...

- Oh!

- pages, you know.

- Oh, ok... okay.

Um, hey, we never

locked your door.

- [printer whirring]

- I locked it when we came in.

- Oh.

- Whoa, I think we got it.

- [clicking, whirring]

- Um...

Um, do you have a, um...

- Yeah, there's a, uh...

- Uh, what do you call it? Yeah.

Okay.

- [exhales]

- Bingo!

- We shook it loose.

- All right.

We did

some kind of voodoo.

Yeah.

I'm very sorry about...

Here.

Oh.

The new chapter.

Ah, fantastic.

Okay, I'll read it

as soon as I can.

Great.

Look, we shouldn't really

tell anybody about this. Right?

I mean, it'll cause

a terrible scandal and...

Right, like I'm

gonna tell anyone.

Like I want to get us both

kicked out of Euston.

- Don't worry. This didn't happen.

- Yeah, all right. Okay.

- At least not yet.

- Okay. All right.

- Okay.

- [clears throat]

All right.

Um, okay.

Okay, um...

- Ah, Claris. Hi.

- Hi, Professor Swenson.

- How are you?

- Good. How are you?

- Good, good, good. I'll see you in class.

- Yeah.

- See you there.

- All right. Okay.

- [door closes]

- Oh, goody! You're home.

I can't decide.

What would you like?

[Ted] Uh, I don't know.

That's a tough one.

- Maybe roll back the clock. How 'bout that?

- [chuckles]

- For dinner, silly.

- [chuckles]

Uh, how about

some oatmeal?

I broke that tooth today.

- Oh, no.

- Yeah.

How'd you do that?

- On an olive.

- An olive?

At Euston Commons?

Sounds exotic.

No, I... I...

I had this craving, so I went

over to the Minit Mart quickly,

and I, um...

I bought a whole jar and I-I ate

practically the whole thing.

You know how you take... you put,

like, the pits inside of your mouth,

and then I...

which I do...

and then I bit on it,

and... [crunching sound]

- Stupid.

- Maybe you're pregnant.

What? What?

Weird food cravings.

For a second you looked scared

you might actually be pregnant.

No, it's not funny.

I really, um...

When you're 20-something, you

think everything is replaceable.

But when you're 49,

you know it isn't.

- Aw. I'm sorry.

- It's okay.

You should've come to the clinic.

We could've fixed you up.

Does it hurt?

Only when I do this.

Ow.

Don't do that.

[quietly] Stupid.

I'm going to make you

some very soft,

very delicious

scrambled eggs with cheese.

Oh, good. Okay.

Oh. Ow.

[chuckles]

- That did not hurt.

- No, no. Not really.

Don't you want

something else, or...?

No. I'm all right.

[eggs cracking]

[bowl clanging]

[Angela's voice] "He pressed

until the egg cracked,

its slimy yoke slipping over

our intertwined fingers.

My fingers slid

against his fingers

until our hands were joined

and I no longer knew

which fingers were whose.

He took my hand,

still slippery from the egg,

and wrapped it

around his penis.

His spit tasted

like an old person's food.

Liver and onions, fried fish.

His stomach pillowed into me.

[gasps]

Maybe he knew

what I was thinking,

because he got rougher as he

pushed himself hard inside me.

[gasps, panting]

I began to cry because it hurt,

but at the same time,

I felt happy that he wanted me,

that I alone had the power to

make a grown man risk everything

to do what we were doing

in the warm light of the shed,

with the trays of eggs

humming around us."

[sighs]

[girl] I know dudes

who'd do that, okay?

I'm just not convinced

this dude would do that.

It doesn't matter whether or not

someone would do something like that.

What matters is whether Meg's made us

believe that the guy in her story did it.

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