The Trouble with the Truth Page #2

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you were playing tonight. No, I'm not.

I'm meeting someone. Want to fix me up with a scotch? Sure thing. So...this meeting. A woman? Yeah, but it's no competition

for you, my love. -It's my ex-wife.

-Oh, yikes. -Yeah.

-Nervous? No, I'm not. It's just I'm worried

that we're not going to have anything to talk about. I mean, we were together

for 14 years, but, still, I haven't talked

to her for a long time. I mean, I'm pretty sure if you

were together for 14 years you have something in common. Yeah, but, I don't know.

It's strange. Have you ever found yourself

in the position where, like, you don't know exactly who's

gonna walk through the door even though it's somebody you've

known for, like, 30 years? I haven't been alive

for 30 years. Ah. -Hey.

-Hey. Wow. Hi. Hey. -Can I get you something?

-Oh, sure. Any kind of white wine

will be fine, thanks. BARTENDER: Sure. You look... You look fantastic. Thank you.

How are you? I'm good.

You okay? Yeah, yeah.

I can't complain, really. Good, good. So, tell me

about this conference. What's that all about? Oh, thank you. Um...it's this thing

for librarians. My, um... [laughs] my publisher

wants me out here to schmooze and talk

and try to sell some books. All right, good.

Well, here's to books. All right.

Sounds like fun, right? Yeah, well, they pay

for my trip and expenses -- Dinner's on me, by the way -- and I get to see Jenny...

and you. Mm-hmm. Did I tell you

that I really loved the last one that you wrote, the one

about the, um, congressman? -You read it?

-Yeah, of course I read it. I read everything

that you write. No, I go into Barnes & Noble

and places, and I check to see that

your stuff is on the shelves. And if it is, I pick it up,

and I...I flip through it. Yeah, just to see if your name

is in the acknowledgements. -You are such a narcissist.

-No, no, no, no, no. It is because I am

so very proud of you. I mean, how many people say

that "I'm going to be a writer"? How many people actually do it? How many people

can make a living at it? I don't make much of a living, and, as you always like to

point out, I have a benefactor. Yeah, but, still,

you are leaving the world with something that will be here

long after you're gone, and not many people

can say that, including me. What about Jenny? -Hmm?

-Well, Jenny -- Look, any goofball can knock

somebody up. I mean, come on. Will you be proud,

for God's sake? I mean, come on. I can see that you're still

terrible at taking compliments. I'm just a little superstitious. I'm afraid

that if I get too cocky... I won't be able to write

anymore. Yeah, well, you've been

grinding them out lately. I mean, how many?

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