Prelude to a Kiss Page #2

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Usually she would stop

cooking whatever it was I saidlliked.

What was it?

Whatlliked?

Spaetzles.

Oh, God.

You've had spaetzles?

Oh, sure.

You like them?

I love them.

You love spaetzles.

- Anyway, everyone is unhappy now.

- Uh-huh.

My father doesn't seem

too fond of me.

I'm not sure

if he ever was, but-

So one night I say

I'm going to the movies,

and instead,

I go to Europe.

What movie?

The Wild Bunch,

I think. Why?

Did you call them?

- Not until I got there. And I called collect.

- Europe?

- That is-

- Yeah.

- Good for you.

- Yeah.

Why did you ask me

which movie?

That is fabulous.

- That's the story.

- Oh, wow.

Then I came back

when my dad died.

Somebody call

about the ice machine?

- Tom.

- Hmm?

- This is Peter.

- Hi.

How do you do?

But I was only

in the party...

for two months.

- I've never known a communist.

- Socialist.

Socialist.

It was a strange time.

So what was

Amsterdam like?

Do you speak Dutch?

Ja.

Say something in Dutch.

Je hebt erg witte tanden.

What's that?

You have very

white teeth.

Oh, thank you.

Now you say,

"Om je beter

mee op teeten. "

Wait.

Okay.

What is it?

Om je beter

mee op teeten.

"Om me. "

- Beter.

- Beter.

- Mee op teeten.

- Mee op teeten.

Om je beter

mee op teeten.

Great.

You 've got a good ear.

- Oh, good ear, clean teeth.

- You do.

What did I say?

- I can't tell you.

- I knew you were gonna say that.

- I knew it.

- No. It's untranslatable.

I'm sure it is.

I'll tell you someday.

I will. I promise.

When you're first getting

to know someone...

and in that blissful, psychotic

first flush of love,

it seems like every aspect

of their personality-

their whole demeanor, the simple

lovely twist of their ear lobes,

and their marvelous

phone voice,

and their soft,

dark, wet... whatever...

is somehow imbued

with an extra push of color-

an intensity heretofore,

you know, unknown.

You want a Molson?

- You drink Molson?

- Uh -huh.

In your own home?

I've been known to.

So why can't you sleep?

I want to solve this.

I wasn't exaggerating.

It's been since I was 14.

Aha.

That's a lot

of journal - keeping.

# Every time #

# We say good-bye #

# I die a little #

Have you seen doctors?

I've seen all the doctors.

Uh-huh.

- Every known persuasion.

- Right.

- And I've in gested countless pills and liquids.

- Thank you.

I've seen an acupuncturist.

You did?

What did it feel like?

Little needles in your back.

- It hurt?

- Sometimes.

You're really beautiful.

You are.

Thank you.

That's, uh-

Thank you.

What do you do

for a living?

# There's no love song finer #

# But how strange the change #

# From major to minor #

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