Waking the Dead Page #3

Beware the lonely man

with a telephone.

Hey, is that

my congressman brother?

I guess you heard the news.

Mom and Dad told you?

Are you kidding me?

Mom's already bought

a whole new scrapbook.

Congratulations, honey.

Thanks.

Honey?

- You know what I wish?

- What?

I wish Sarah was here.

I know. I know.

I still miss her too.

It gets better, gets better...

then it's like

it never got better at all.

If you were still with her,

none of this would be happening.

Everything she was would've taken you

away from where you wanted to go.

I know.

I'm starting to pretend

she's alive.

Why would you do that?

I don't know.

It's just happening.

I can feel her around me

in the snow.

Oh, God.

Fielding, don't do this

to yourself.

Oh, no, it's...

I mean, it's...

I don't mind it, really.

It's just interesting, that's all.

No, it isn't, honey.

It's sad.

It's really, really sad.

Dear Fielding...

if you were going off to fight a war,

a good war...

I could write this by candlelight...

weep, and then go to church

and pray for you.

But there 's only one war...

and it's bad...

and though you promise that your ship's

not going near Vietnam...

I keep thinking

your course will change.

It's 3:
00 in the morning...

and I'm needing you...

like a thousand monkeys

on my back.

I'm wearing your black T-shirt.

You were looking all over for it

before you left, but I had it hidden.

I needed something here

that smells of you...

unspeakably delicate...

and innocent.

It amazes me to think that while

I was growing up in Louisville...

you were growing up

in New York.

But our fates had been cast...

and every step we took...

was only bringing us closer...

until we fell into that bed

and you were inside me...

and we both knew...

that we'd come

to the end of the line.

We will never be apart.

We may be

at each other's throats...

or we may be separated

by 5.000 miles...

but we'll never be apart.

So get off that boat.

Get off...

and come home to me.

I need you.

I need you, I need you.

Your girl always...

Sarah.

We may be separated

by 5.000 miles...

but we'll never be apart.

Don't go.

What are you looking for?

I'm definitely going crazy.

It's 3:
00 in the morning...

I'm needing you,

like a thousand monkeys on my back.

How are you?

Every step we took...

was only bringing us closer.

Until we fell into that bed...

andyou were inside me...

and we both knew...

And so I endorse Angelo Bertelli

in this race...

notjust because he's a good man

of and from this district...

but because

he represents a change...

a change, a break...

from machine politics...

machine thinking...

and machine answers.

Great. Great.

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