Sleepless in Seattle Page #5

BARBARA:

The Historical Society wanted

this and I never would give it

to them --

ANNIE:

Granny's dress. Oh, Mom.

BARBARA:

I notice these things are back

in fashion. Oh, honey.

(tears are rolling down

her face as she tries

the veil on Annie)

He's a lovely man, Annie.

ANNIE:

I know. He's wonderful, isn't

he?

BARBARA:

Are his folks nice?

ANNIE:

You'll love them. We're going

down to D.C. tonight to be with

them Christmas morning.

BARBARA:

How did it happen?

Barbara starts to unbutton the tiny buttons on the back

of the dress and remove it from the dummy.

ANNIE:

It's silly, really. I mean,

I'd seen him at the office,

obviously I'd seen him, he's

the associate publisher, and

then one day we both ordered

sandwiches from the same place,

and he got my lettuce and

tomato sandwich on whole wheat,

which of course he was allergic

to, and I got his lettuce and

tomato on white.

BARBARA:

(utterly without irony)

How amazing.

ANNIE:

It is, isn't it? You make

millions of decisions that mean

nothing and then one day you

decide to order takeout and it

changes your life.

BARBARA:

Destiny takes a hand.

ANNIE:

Oh, please. Destiny's just

something we've invented

because we can't stand the fact

that everything that happens is

accidental.

BARBARA:

Then how do you explain that

you both ordered exactly the

same sandwich except for the

bread? How many people in this

world like lettuce and tomato

without something else like

tuna?

ANNIE:

It wasn't a sign. It was a

coincidence.

Barbara shrugs, slips the dress off the dummy and Annie

steps into it.

Barbra starts to button the dress on Annie.

BARBARA:

I was in Atlantic City with my

family. Cliff was a waiter.

He talked me into sneaking out

for a midnight walk on the

Steel Pier. I've probably told

you this a million times, but

I don't care. And then he held

my hand. I was scared. All

sorts of thing were going

through my head. But after a

while I forgot about them. At

one point I looked down, at our

hands, and I couldn't tell

which fingers were mine and

which were his. And I knew.

ANNIE:

(hearing it for the

first time)

What?

BARBARA:

You know.

ANNIE:

(she doesn't know, but

she doesn't want her

mother to know she

doesn't know)

What?

BARBARA:

Magic. It was magic.

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