Love Happens Page #2

this thing is for me, okay?

Okay. You mind

if I ask why?

Well, frankly, my sister

talked me into it, and the...

You know, the whole...

And the feelings...

I understand.

I understand.

Can I ask you,

why did your sister think

it was so important

for you to come here?

My son.

And what's his name?

Stephen.

And when did he...

Does it really matter?

It matters to me, Walter.

I'd like to hear.

Do you have a picture?

I'm sorry.

Walter, I know how you

feel. I've been there.

My wife died.

Three years ago.

I want you to know that

you've taken the first step

just by walking through these

doors, and something inside you,

whether you know it or not,

made you drive all this way.

If you want to leave,

we'll honor your request.

I hope you don't.

Thanks, Becky.

Think about it.

Chapter two.

Happiness is a state of mind

and, like all things,

it takes practice.

Devote five minutes a day

to smiling, just smiling,

and after a while

it'll come naturally.

Sorry. I didn't mean to...

Hey, you forgot your pen!

Quidnunc? Quidnunc?

What can I get you?

I would like another

Seven-and-Seven, and a tomato juice

for my virtuous friend here.

Tomato juice.

Thank you.

So, as far as

Unicom knows,

I'm a hair away from signing

a deal with Time Warner. Okay?

I'm expecting the offer

by lunchtime tomorrow.

That means TV, radio,

publishing. All of it.

Are you as hot for me right now

as I am hot for me right now?

So hot.

And check it.

Ted Vernon, the CEO himself, is gonna

fly in for the end of the seminar.

My guess, a little warm and

fuzzy contract-inking party.

Who knows?

Your drinks, gentlemen.

Thank you.

It's a long way

from booking you gigs

writing columns

for Psychology Today, huh?

I'll get you a Learjet.

You like Learjets?

Lane.

Come on. You know

that's not why I wrote it.

You do know that you're

helping people, right, man?

This is your moment.

You have to give yourself

permission to enjoy it, brother.

Come on, man.

Live a little.

Yeah.

What?

You're right.

Excuse me. I'm sorry.

Hi. Do you remember me?

From the hallway upstairs?

You dropped your pen.

Um...

Would you like to

have a cup of coffee?

Ah.

Right. Um...

Well, we could bring him along

if you want. Double your pleasure.

I'm sorry.

I... I... You...

See you, Ricky.

Later, Eloise.

Hey, baby. What's this?

Delivery.

Wow. I was in the neighborhood,

so I figured

I'd bring you lunch

'cause I knew you'd

be working so hard.

Wow, you didn't

have to do that.

Polished up,

ready to go.

Hey, Eloise.

Hi, Ian.

How's your boss

treating you today?

Oh, he's all right.

The lead singer of the Stereo

Kings trashed his Les Paul.

Look at that fretboard,

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