The Face of Love Page #5

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And then you're gonna

dance with me.

Hola, seor.

S, seor?

Dos tequilas, por favor.

Oh, yeah?

Something muy especial.

- Bueno.

- Gracias.

Seor!

Your tequila!

Are they bringing the drinks?

What was your husband like?

You never really told me.

What?

We're not here to talk about him.

He's always been this big mystery.

Well, you don't have to be jealous.

I'm not jealous. Why

would I be jealous?

I don't know.

Because he's dead.

What are you doing?

No, tell me about him.

I mean...

you know, do I remind you of him?

No.

Is it my laugh? My voice?

Why are you doing this?

Do I look like him?

Do I look like him, Nikki?

No.

Yeah, I do.

I look just like him.

You have no idea

what he looks like.

It was on the wall by the bar.

Well, it's you.

It must be you.

Nikki!

Nikki!

- Nikki.

- Let go!

- Come on.

- Let go!

Nikki.

This was stupid.

Why did you do that?

Why did you leave me?

Nikki.

They told you not to

go in there, Garrett!

They told you!

And... and you... and you

get high, you bastard.

You bastard.

You're right.

- You just... you could have died.

- You're right.

You could have drowned!

You're right.

I'm sorry.

Nikki, I'm so sorry.

Oh, I love you so much.

Please don't leave me.

Please don't leave me.

Please don't leave me.

I just thought I lost you.

I thought you were gone.

I'm here... right here.

Tom?

Hmm.

I think that's the first

time you ever said my name.

Did you ever love me?

I do love you.

I love you too.

Am I bad person?

No.

No.

It's okay.

Ohh.

- Hi.

- Hi.

We need to talk.

You think?

I mean, sometimes it's nice

just being "in like," you know?

Why didn't you and Mom

ever get together?

Oh.

No, we're better off as friends.

I give "great friend".

- Yeah?

- Yeah.

Mom, do you remember that time

that we went up to, um, Big Bear,

and Dad made a Venus

de Milo out of snow?

I just remember you couldn't

keep your hands off her breasts.

They were shiny.

I could totally go for a white

Christmas again next year.

- Yeah?

- You want to?

I would love that.

Hey, is this that guy?

Who?

You know, the guy

that looks like Dad?

What is that?

Invitation to an art gallery, or...

No, it's...

It's a memorial.

Nikki?

Oh, I was hoping you would come.

Hi.

I'm, uh... I'm... I'm Anne.

I'm the ex-wife. I'm sure you've

heard the horror stories.

Um, how did you recognize me?

Come with me.

These are all new, just in

the last year... since you.

All of these?

Anne, what... what happened?

Oh, well, he'd been sick

for a long time, you know.

He never told me.

He didn't want you to know.

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