The Letter Page #4

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I'm sorry. I--

All right.

If you can think of anything--

- Thank you.

- Thank you for your time.

And then one day, you and I--

I think it was us--

had a talk in your apartment.

And you said that you liked

- that most people couldn't see you.

- That's weird.

- I think it was us.

- No, it's not.

Yeah, it is, actually, a little.

Hey, there's Raymond.

Is Martine with him?

No.

Hey, d-- don't.

I don't know what your problem

with him is. He's a good guy.

I'm sorry you think that.

No reason to be sorry, Tyrone.

I know him. He is.

No.

He's really not.

You don't know him.

What are you doing?

You think I'm a nice guy?

No.

- Yes.

- Why?

I didn't ask you if I could do this.

No.

I just did it.

Yes.

You okay?

Yeah.

'Cause you knew what

was happening to you.

Well, what if that was happening

to you and you didn't know?

I don't really know what you mean.

Are you sure that I can borrow these?

- I promise I'm a really good driver.

- Yeah.

I said you could take it.

You're wrong about Raymond.

Anyway,

uh, thanks for the, uh...

affection.

- Hello?

- Hello, Martine.

It's Elizabeth Holladay.

- Elizabeth?

- Yes.

Martine?

This is Martine.

This is Elizabeth Holladay, Martine.

Yes. Uh, are you okay?

- Where are you?

- I'm in my office.

Yes, I'm fine.

Is everything all right?

Um, yes, I-- I'm sorry.

Elizabeth, were you

in an accident yesterday?

No. No, I saw you yesterday.

Are you all right?

No, every-- everything's fine.

I just need to, uh,

figure out a time to--

with my schedule,

um, so we can set up another time.

I-I-I-- I'm gonna go now, Elizabeth.

I've gotta hang up.

- Anita.

- Yes?

Nothing. Are you ready?

- No, I'm not going.

- Oh.

I'm staying here with Anita.

I hope you don't mind.

Oh. I didn't expect

to find you here.

But I am.

- Anita.

- Yes?

Nothing.

Are you ready?

- No, I'm not going.

- Oh.

I'm staying here with Anita.

I hope you don't mind.

Anita.

Anita.

You keep saying that.

Martine, I'm a little lost.

I'm sorry, guys.

It just-- I don't-- I don't--

I don't know what I'm doing.

- What the f***?

- Well, you're not...

Is it supposed to be this cruel though?

I mean, that's what it feels like.

That's-- that's what you want?

What do you think, Anita?

I mean it depends

on what you think is cruel.

What do you think is cruel?

I'd be interested to know.

I-- I just asked you.

I asked you.

Raymond?

I didn't ask Raymond.

I asked you.

- Julie, do you understand?

- Martine, what are you doing?

Yeah.

Are you all right?

Yeah, let me just think.

He thinks that she's watching him

when she's asleep.

I know, but--

Maybe she's awake.

Maybe she's not sleeping at all.

Raymond?

Any thoughts, Raymond?

Raymond, any--

any thoughts on that?

Martine, I think you're being cruel.

Maybe I am.

I'm gonna take you home.

Well, I'm sorry.

Uh, I'm not feeling so well.

Raymond's gonna see me home.

Sorry.

You should have just told me.

Anita.

It's for you.

Just lay off for a second, okay?

She doesn't wanna talk.

Yeah, she's confused.

Yeah, she just f***ed up rehearsal.

One night

I saw a woman under a tree--

a whispering ash.

She was alone

but her skirt was raised.

I could see that

she had been touched

as I had been.

I feel like there's something

you want to say to me, Martine.

What?

I don't know.

If there's something

you wanna say, say it.

I-- I think-- I think

we should talk later.

Forgive me, Anita.

Martine?

Martine?

Martine.

This is probably a mistake.

Well, you show things to Raymond

before they're finished, right?

Well...

Can I get you something?

No, I'm-I'm-- I'm good.

Maybe I'll just read this first part.

If you want.

"She lay on the bed in the quiet room.

Then something happened.

She could hear footsteps

in the hallway

coming closer.

The door didn't open,

but now the steps were in the room.

They stopped

and she could hear breathing.

And now she could see.

In the mirror in the corner behind her

at the edge of the bed,

a man watching her,

his shadow touching her skin.

She closed her eyes

and she could feel nothing

but the shadow of the man

touching her."

Who is this man?

What are you scared of?

I didn't say I was scared of anything.

Maybe you like

his shadow touching you.

I don't know what I like.

Hello.

Oh hi, Raymond.

Yeah, hold on one second.

Hello? Hi.

Um, okay.

Yeah, we're just finishing up.

Yeah, I'll see you in a few minutes.

So...

Tyrone called after you left.

He's worried about you.

He said that?

I don't trust him, not at all.

But yeah, that's what he said.

Um, I'm sorry that, you know,

this has been so scattered

and all the changes.

Is that what you think?

No.

- What's this?

- It's for later.

Okay.

Um, Raymond told me

that you were having some problems

with-- with the work.

Well, I don't know

why he would say that.

- Julie.

- Mmm?

- You ready?

- Yeah, I guess.

- Okay.

- Uh...

All right.

Hello? Oh, hi.

No, she just left.

She said she wasn't feeling well.

She mentioned you--

about the new piece.

Yeah, and...

Hey, leave her alone.

- No no no!

- Oh my God!

Just stop it! No no, don't!

Can I just sit down?

Hello.

You want help?

No. Um...

this is nice.

Please just stay with me.

You're-- you're so pretty.

You're so pretty.

Let's just stay here.

- Let's just be alone.

- No, lady. Please.

Let's-- no no no no no no.

It's okay. It's okay.

- Please.

- No.

Who are you?

- Please, lady. Please, lady.

- Who are you?!

- Don't scream.

- What did you do?!

What did you do to me?!

Oh my God!

What's going on?

Oh my God!

What did you do to me?! Oh my God!

- Just stay back.

- What did you do to me?!

What did you do to me?!

Oh no!

Oh no, no no no no!

- Oh no!

- What's going on here?

- No no no no.

- What did you do?

- Ma'am, you just need to stay back.

- No!

- Did he touch you? Are you okay?

- No no no.

- No no no!

- Try to calm down.

She won't tell me what's going on.

- No no!

- What's going--

- just-- just step back, ma'am.

- Let's go. No.

Her parents died

when she was really young.

They died in a car crash.

She's kind of secretive

in a way, I guess.

I don't know. I--

What happened to her?

"Write a letter to the dead.

Write it for the dead to read.

Oh the dead have swum too far.

They have swum beyond the sea.

Take the letter in your hand

Make a fold, and make a fold.

Make it into a little boat

And place a candle in the hold.

Let the paper boat float on

Where the river meets the sea.

That is where my heart belongs.

That is where I long to be.

Every candle is a star.

Every boat floats out to sea--

Which I think is not too far

And that is where I long to be.

And that is where I long to be."

One day

I noticed that

something was staring at me.

What was?

Is it possible

you just imagined--

Anything's possible.

Martine, do you think people

are out to get you?

I suppose I used to,

but, um...

I'm writing a story.

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