The Right Kind of Wrong Page #6

going back to whatever shithole

in Bangalore they came from.

Comprende, dishwasher?

You okay?

Y...yeah. Fine.

What do you think, buddy?

What else can life take from us?

Oh...

What are you doing here?

I have a few days off the book tour.

I thought I'd bring Snow home.

Snow?

You're right about the cats, Leo.

They should be together.

Always had shitty timing, Jules.

I wonder if I hadn't separated them

if the bear would have got him?

Probably not.

Snow's a scrapper.

Aren't you, old girl?

Yeah.

I read your book.

- Really?

- I can't believe you broke my guitar.

I can't believe you

couldn't learn one song.

Sure, they're hanging her paintings.

And you know what they're also doing?

They're laughing at inside jokes

and developing a shorthand.

Screw it.

I'm going in!

Neil, you have

nothing to worry about. Neil!

Neil, Neil, Neil! Nothing good will

come from you going in there. Trust me!

- Said by a man who listens to no one.

- You're right.

Said by a man who should start.

You were right.

I should have trusted you.

About my book.

You're a good editor.

I wore you down.

I let you down.

I dug in my heels instead of

listening to your suggestions.

Which were good.

- Alright, well, you couldn't see it at the time. That's okay.

- But you did.

You had faith in me, man.

I should have had faith in you back.

To listen. And Julie was right...

it's my worst flaw.

Which I will work on.

If you have faith in me on this

and do not go in there.

- Okay.

- Okay?

Hey!

Can I talk to you for a minute?

How's Leo?

- He's fine.

- Good.

Can you say hi to him for me?

He sleeps in our room, so yeah,

we could probably hook that up.

Thanks, guys.

- Hey, Colette! Wait up!

- Colette! Hold on! Wait!

You need to know something.

Hey, babe.

I know what you threatened Leo with.

I knew he'd play this for sympathy.

No, he honored your deal.

He didn't tell me anything.

You've never been on the outside

of anything, have you?

Wha...?

When you noticed me, Danny,

you cast a warmth on me

I'd never felt before.

And those first months were perfect.

What do you mean, 'were'?

I mean I think I spent so long thinking

there was something wrong with me

because I was never on the inside

that I never thought

about what being there...

always being there...

does to a person.

Being where?

Safe. Perfectly safe.

Surrounded by your boys

and your history here and...

and your father's reputation.

- Okay, I am the one wronged here!

- Yes. You were.

- So I took a stand against this a**hole.

- A stand?

Danny, taking a stand has to hurt.

Or make you look like a fool or...

What you did was easy.

And that is not a stand.

I don't belong here...

and we both know it.

Alright.

This isn't happening.

No, not about him.

I'm not gonna run into his

arms, if that's what you mean.

But it is about him.

About all that he is that makes

what you're not so clear.

What... a loser?

A guy who scrubs pots for a living?

A guy whose own wife couldn't stand him?

We're all wrong for someone, Danny.

Oh, sh*t.

Jill had used

those way-too-intimate

pictures of Neil on her phone

for something more...

profound than foreplay.

You are a fine piece of art.

You can't consult your muse.

They are amazing.

And I am an idiot.

You really are an idiot.

Who inspires me every day.

- Leo.

- Julie.

This is Chad. Leo.

Hey, Chad.

Hon, can you just

give us a minute? Okay.

Did you ever think

we'd be standing in a room

full of vaguely abstracted

images of Neil's junk?

Is it so surprising, though?

There's always been something

seriously wrong with them.

Exactly.

You know, the right kind of

wrong, for each other.

It's kind of what we weren't.

You're a good writer, Jules.

Thank you.

From you that means a lot.

And I should've climbed mountains for you.

I did a lot wrong, too.

Maybe I didn't

stress that enough in the blog.

Or the book.

I'll try in the movie.

Oh, there's gonna be a movie?

Yeah. Cool?

And speaking of,

I actually have an idea about

those copies of your novel, I...

Hey!

Do you know that woman?

What were you saying?

About my novel?

Hi. Julie. I'm Colette.

It's a great book.

Total load of crap, but funny.

Thank you.

I'll, um, I'll leave you two.

I'm sorry, Colette.

I, um, shouldn't have

pursued you so shamelessly.

I don't...

I don't even know you.

Really?

I have to go.

- So...

- I left Danny.

And if Mandeep gets

a call from immigration,

he knows I'll take half

the house in the divorce.

Danny... loves that house.

Do you know what got me?

It wasn't your willingness

to humiliate yourself

or all the injuries.

It was that after all that,

you would walk away.

There's something in you, some hard,

good little kernel of something.

Corn?

I's the only thing I know

that comes in kernels.

Dude, there is nothing good about corn.

Only the Mayans knew how to

digest that sh*t. But you?

You try telling Monsanto that

in threatening letters,

they will send dudes to your house.

- Have you been drinking?

- Since three.

Do you want to go find an

inappropriate place to make out?

Where were you last night?

Come here!

Thank you. Thank you.

- What if she's your Poojah?

- Yeah.

What are you talking about?

You made sweet love to her?

Well, I wouldn't say that.

What do I

Have to do

To get you where

I want you?

Are you sure we should be doing this?

You're really drunk.

Shut up.

- You're really drunk.

- Shut up!

- Okay.

- Oh, my God! Oh, my God!

We talked. It was nice.

Colette!

- I don't know why you're...

- No, no!

Thanks to you, I am gonna be 30, man!

- It's a great age!

- I'm gonna be divorced.

My God! My cups are never

gonna match again!

Oh!

God! Do you think

you should keep drinking?

Oh!

You okay?

They're lovely. Thanks.

And I'm a really bad drinker.

A little aggressive, maybe.

I've been to Paris.

I haven't, actually.

My mom sent it to me.

Oh, yeah.

You have been there.

Oh! I had heatstroke.

I'm not the best drinker, either.

For you.

That's really sweet.

For you.

Oh, my God.

I'm so sorry about last night.

Bruises heal.

Leo, I left Danny because of you.

Not for you.

Isn't that kind of the same thing?

I went to the art gallery

because I wanted to tell you

how noble I thought

you were when he wasn't.

But what happened after...

It's... it's...

it's been a tough time

and I think I just needed to

blow off a little steam.

I'm so sorry.

No, it's... I get it.

Yeah, we've all done it.

But next time you try to lose yourself

in some trauma-inducing

sexual encounter,

just make sure the guy

isn't in love with you.

See you around, Colette.

That summer, three seemingly impossible,

beautiful things happened.

The first:

Balls came out of the woods,

healthier than ever.

...which is

what I want.

The second impossible

thing began with Julie's rounds

on the talk shows to promote

Why You Suck, the movie.

Leo was the most stubborn guy.

And a terrible guitar playe.

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