Another Woman

And what I had to look forward to.

And I wondered...

I wondered about ending everything.

Please, please.

It is with a mixture of some joy,

but mostly paralysing anxiety,

that I hereby plunge into the big five-o.

I was, uh, I was fine till last week.

Then my son said to me, "Gee, Dad,

don't your options begin running out?"

He's very funny, my son.

Marion, I was telling Lydia

about your little adventure today.

- Oh, yes.

- Those new buildings are built so thin.

- No, this is an old brownstone.

- Well, there's no privacy left.

Last week Lydia and I were at home.

It was a Sunday morning...

- Mark...

- This is true. And we started kissing...

- Mark!

- And next thing we were on the floor...

- Are you crazy? He's drunk.

- I was having her on the kitchen floor.

The living room floor,

the living room floor.

- I gotta admit, it was a surprise.

- Did it not happen that way?

So the door opens, and the

superintendent... he has the key...

- Oh, no.

- Barges in. Some kind of plumbing leak.

And we are in flagrante delicto.

You know what he does? He gets up,

stark naked, and says "Mr Banducci,

this is not the pipe that needs fixing."

That was quick, Ken. Could you have

come up with anything that quick?

- No.

- That was grace under pressure.

- Did he laugh?

- Oh, no.

He turned very red

and he crossed himself.

Sad.

One good thing about becoming 50.

You don't have to do it again.

I know.

It's Laura. She had another fight with

her mother, wants to sleep at our place.

It's not fair to Kathy.

Well, you tell her, cos once again

I can't get through to my daughter.

I know. Just... hold on a minute.

Will you talk to Marion? OK.

Laura? This is not a good habit to get into.

You know your mother's high-strung.

She's just gonna get frantic.

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