Red Shoe Diaries Page #2

The perfect secret.

Lady's Shoe Outlet

I know you, don't I?|- I don't think so.

You looking for shoes?|- I'm always looking for shoes.

Come on in. Have a look.

I got something just for you.

Have a seat.

Aren't you gonna ask me my size?|- Seven and a half B.

Yep. Seven and a half B.|Batia La Page.

La Page.|- Who is she?

A woman in France.

Did you buy there?|- Yes.

How much?|- I don't remember.

Come on, how much?

About two hundred dollars.|- Two hundred dollars?

These are American.|Kenneth Cole, my main man.

And they are much prettier.

Stand up, walk around, let me|see what they look like.

Beautiful.

They make you look like a Princess.

You like them?|- Yes.

You know, I'm glad to see you|got that bandage off your eye.

Can you see better?|- Obviously not well enough.

I didn't recognize you in this store.|- I work two jobs.

I see.

You know when the weather main broke|the other day? - It was funny.

It felt good, didn't it?|You like the way this feels?

Being close like this.|Answer me.

Yes.

There's no rational explanation for|the attraction between two people.

It just sort of happens,|like accidents.

It has to do with magic.

Magic.|- Alchemy. Chemistry.

Electromagnetic vibratory|transmission forces.

The stuff that moved the blocks|for the pyramids.

Right now,

I could balance one of those blocks|on the front of my pants.

Really?|- Yeah, have a look.

See what you see.

Ladies, I'll be right with you.

Six double A, nine B. Am I right?|- Amazing.

So...

Will this be cash or credit card?|- Credit card.

That is where I live.|Meet me tomorrow night.

Eight o'clock.

Thank you.

Step on a crack and break|your mother's back.

When I was a kid I dared myself|to do the most outrageous things.

I'd get right up to the edge,|and inevitably...

inevitably, i'd find an|excuse to tail out.

How many hours a day do you|spend in this thing?

Never enough.|I lie back.

Close my eyes. I feel|nothing but warm darkness.

And I float up, up. Free.

You're one of those|Victorian mystery boxes.

You open one and there's another.

And you open that one and|there's another inside that.

Just when you think|you've opened the last box,

there's another, always another.

Always.

Jake?|- Yeah, baby, what?

Let's take tomorrow off.

Let's take a long ride|out to Santa Barbara,

stay in some|seedy motel.

I can't.|- Why not?

I've got to duke it out with Paul|and the big boys over dinner.

Do it another night.|- I can't baby.

Please.

I can't.

When the light's just|right like this,

it's as if the ship is|actually out on the sea,

somwhere in Mediterranean...

I can see the passengers,

men in their tuxedos and|the women in their gowns.

That on there is drunk.

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