You Will Meet A Tall Dark Stranger

so he can stay at home and write.

He's been working on

the same bloody novel for years.

It's not entirely true,

what Helena tells her swami.

Roy tried a while ago to earn money.

It's not that he didn't try.

He just wasn't much of a chauffeur.

I've had it with that goddamned job.

- What?

- That's it, I quit!

Please, Roy, not this conversation again!

What are you doing home, anyway?

What happened?

I had an accident today.

I smashed up the car.

What?

I can't write all night

and then drive in the daytime!

- I fell asleep at the wheel.

- Oh, God.

Well, are you okay? Did anyone get hurt?

Look, I need time to work on my book.

When are you gonna

finish that book, anyway?

I mean, how many times can you write

and tear up and rewrite these chapters?

- It's like you're scared to finish.

- Okay, you know what? You're right.

I'm gun-shy.

I can't handle it

if it's confirmed, yet again,

that all those nice things

predicted about me were wrong.

That I was a flash in the pan.

- Stalling is not the answer.

- Yeah.

Jesus Christ.

You know, all my friends have families.

And what are we doing here?

One way or the other,

I want to move on with our lives.

Roy's attention was caught

by a lovely apparition

moving into the flat across the way.

He and Sally fought so much now,

it was hard to imagine that they fell

so much in love when they first met.

- Are you okay?

- Yeah, I'm fine,

but he came straight out in front of me.

- It looks so painful.

- It's killing me.

- It's swollen all there.

- Yeah.

If you can move it, it's not broken.

My guess is that you strained

the metatarsal.

- Are you a doctor?

- Unlicensed.

May I?

- Her foot's okay?

- Oh, yeah, it's better than okay.

It's very pretty.

"So much depends...

"upon a red wheelbarrow...

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