The Heart Is a Lonely Hunter Page #7

[MICK SCREAMING]

I brought you these, Mr. Singer.

COPELAND:

They're very pretty too.

MICK:

Oh.

Oh, yeah, you're Dr. Copeland,

aren't you?

- I remember you from the funeral.

- Yeah.

You're Mick Kelly.

I'm Margaret really.

Do you come here often?

- Most every day now.

- Oh.

I don't.

Oh, I mean to.

But one thing comes along, then another.

But I haven't forgotten.

Honest, I haven't.

Oh, I don't think any of us ever will.

Why did he do it?

I keep asking myself that over and over.

Oh, I don't suppose any of us

will ever know that.

None of us ever knew him,

not really.

We all brought our troubles to him...

...never stopping to think

he may have troubles of his own.

No. I feel worse than that about it.

I feel like he was always there

when I needed him.

And when he needed somebody,

I wasn't there.

I wasn't even thinking about him.

Well, I wish I could say something wise

to help you.

I won't ever forget him.

Ever.

I think that would make him very happy.

Well, I think I better be getting on home.

- Bye.

- Bye-bye. Walking?

Oh, no, I wanna stay around here

for a while.

I want to arrange these flowers better.

Mr. Singer.

Can you hear me?

I just wanted you to know,

Mr. Singer...

...that I loved you.

I loved you.

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