Wakefield Page #5

I know this look she has

from deep memory.

My wife, infatuated..

...eager to please..

...trusting that every word

is true.

Why wouldn't she seek

a little tenderness?

I'm not saying

I welcome this.

I'm saying I understand.

Mom, can you get scissors?

Yeah, yeah, yeah, hang on.

Just leave the tree

by the steps, okay?

Okay.

Company for dinner?

Who can it be?

Um..

Ah! A-ha!

A city feller, eh?

He's tall.

Not much to conclude

from that.

My, my.

Coffee and dessert

in the living room.

This is a special evening.

Oh, my god.

Dirk morrison.

Son of b*tch.

Then again,

who else would it be?

The unfinished business.

They've compared stories

revived the past.

Jesus.

He's told her

everything by now.

At last, the great fraud

has been exposed.

You do understand

that this was the music

of our courtship.

If he's the one

you think you want, my love..

...it seems only fair

to give you the choice

this time.

Forgive me

if I don't stand and watch..

...as another man lays claim

to your affections.

What happened to the burberry

coat that -- that was here?

It was sold yesterday.

Sorry.

- There.

- Thank you.

It seems remarkable

that I still know

how to drive.

Strange to be subject

to rules again.

You forget god awfulness.

Buildings stacked up

like that.

People in endless

replication.

It's impossible to imagine

I worked here once.

That I could

ever work here again.

One thing at a time, Howard.

Construct it.

First the thrift store,

then the haircut.

And now I can pass

through this door.

First that and now this.

Karaoke.

- Daddy!

- Daddy!

I'm home.

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