You Will Meet A Tall Dark Stranger Page #2

"glazed with rain water...

"beside the white chickens".

And Sally's ass.

I'm paraphrasing, of course.

You know, the day I graduated

from medical school was the day...

that I knew that

I would never practice medicine.

There was no question in my mind...

that I was gonna write,

and that I was gonna make it as a writer.

I mean, you know how you feel those things?

And Roy's first book did make it.

At least it showed real promise.

But that was then.

And as the years passed,

Sally put her dreams on hold

and went to work.

Now, the hours are 24/7.

The work involves everything from,

I don't know,

filing papers to keeping clients happy

and painters pampered,

to getting my lunches.

So, what are your ambitions?

Well, I've got a degree in art

and a background in art history,

and I've worked for the museum

and some photographers.

How did you hear about this job?

My friend, Jane Brooks,

who works at The Geller Gallery,

she told me you were looking for someone.

And when she said

it was The Clemente Gallery...

Well, you're going to school with the best.

I've been working at The Geller Gallery

for four years now,

and I've really had an education,

even though I can't stand Lois Geller.

Well, Greg's a dynamo.

And I must say, extremely attractive.

Sally, don't get a crush on your boss.

That way lies total madness.

Roy was asked by Henry Strangler

to read his first novel and give an opinion.

And Strangler's first novel seemed

so much better than Roy's fourth,

he grew discouraged.

All that cheered him up was the beautiful

creature in red across the way,

whose life grew increasingly tantalizing

behind her windowpane.

- I'm sorry. Am I disturbing you?

- No, not at all.

I love the guitar.

- Recently moved in?

- Just for the summer.

- Should I close this window?

- No, I'm not working.

I'm just reading a friend's new book.

It reads beautiful to Boccherini.

Do you know his music?

Quite impressed.

Well, anyway, if it gets too annoying,

just let me know and I'll stop, okay?

- Anyone want a top-up?

- I would.

Hey.

- I read your new book.

- What?

- I was overwhelmed.

- No.

- No, you're kidding.

- Yes. My confidence is gone now.

- What? Don't be ridiculous.

- Yeah.

I'm speechless.

You liked it?

Damn!

Obviously, you know,

I haven't shown it to anybody before.

But I need to tweak a few things,

still, of course...

Of course it didn't hurt that I read it

to some very beautiful Boccherini,

played on the guitar by that knockout,

whose name I still don't know.

- The woman in the window?

- Yes, the woman in the window.

Well, no wonder you're having trouble

finishing your bloody book.

- I finished it.

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