A Summer Place Page #3

Bart, shall we change the subject?

Your show.

What Bart means is that very often

the boys of Pine Island families...

...marry girls they've met here.

So there's always been a lot of joking...

...about the island being a marvelous place

for romance.

It's true.

There are caves and lonely beaches

and Moonlight Cove.

Not to mention barns and boathouses

and other nooks and crannies, eh, Ken?

It was against the rules for Pine Island girls

to have dates with the lifeguard, remember?

- Oh, I'm so sorry.

- Oh, no harm done.

That was the last of the family crystal

anyway.

Oh, please, it doesn't matter.

Mrs. Jorgenson, may I have permission

to show Molly about the grounds?

- Yes, yes, of course.

- Excuse me.

What made you decide to live out here

the year round?

Aren't the winters pretty rugged?

Yes, but living in Boston

got to be rugged too.

The hypocrisies of the social routine

year after year.

To put it bluntly, we couldn't afford it.

So we decided to move here

and get back to essentials.

I bought government pamphlets

on how to shear sheep...

...how to weave our own clothes...

...even on how to smoke fish

and grow our own potatoes.

I had bright dreams.

And then after the summer season

was over...

...I was going to abandon all convention,

go back to nature.

Take off my clothes,

walk on the beaches in the sun...

...swim once again in the moonlight.

And then? What happened?

I...

...simply woke up, I guess.

Do you and your husband often swim

in the raw, Mrs. Jorgenson?

- Good heavens, no.

- Oh, she hasn't lived, has she, Ken?

Why, there's absolutely nothing

like galloping bare-bottomed into the sea.

You don't say?

This is the old rose garden.

It's sort of gone to seed.

- The rose thorn scratched you.

- Oh, it's nothing.

Do you ever catch fireflies?

When I was young,

I used to put them in a bottle...

...and see if I could get enough

to read by.

- There used to be goldfish here.

- Did you ever catch any?

No, I wasn't supposed to.

Then, last winter, we forgot

to take them out, and they all froze solid.

That poor cupid,

he looks lost without them.

He looks like he's waiting to be kissed.

He is.

How can you tell?

Well, I can't really.

I just know how he feels.

I knew it'd be like this.

Me too.

When did you know?

When I saw you on the cliff, I guess.

Who taught you to kiss so perfectly?

A boy at Buffalo High School.

I wasn't supposed to tell you that.

Tell me what?

Mother says that Pine Island girls

all go to finishing schools...

...not plain old high schools.

But I loved going there.

Was this boy who taught you

your steady?

No, he was president of the student body.

I was only a sophomore at the time.

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