Autumn in New York Page #4

My yoga teacher calls me a "unique".

- Come again?

- A unique.

A unique. He's a very wise man.

Are you sure he's not hitting on you?

It's a woman! You are what

she would call a "typical".

- Really?

- Yes! Really.

I can prove it too.

You want me to?

- Okay, try.

- Alright...

Come here.

I'm serious.

Closer.

Closer...

Close enough?

Yes. I was hoping

gravity would do the rest.

Maybe I am a "typical".

We should go.

I can smell the rain.

When did I learn how to do that?

What should we do, Will...

with this moment that we're in?

Do you look guilty.

I'm thinking.

- You hungry?

- Yep.

Didn't anyone ever tell you

it was bad manners...

to stare at a girl

while she's eating like a pig?

This isn't right.

You... you are...

Young.

Yes, and I am...

Old.

- Older.

- Much older.

Alright, much older.

The point is... I could put this off,

but I genuinely like you.

I want to be clear from the start, so

there's no confusion later on, okay?

What I want to say to you is that...

all I'm able to offer you...

is this... what we have right now.

Nothing more.

Until it ends.

What I mean is..

we have no future.

I know.

I'm sick.

What do you mean?

It's my heart.

Nobody even thought I'd last this long.

I could've put offtelling you but...

I genuinely like you.

I wanted to be clear

rightfrom the start...

so there was no chance

for any confusion later.

She's the perfect woman. Young,

beautiful and on her way out.

- Notfunny, John.

- I know it's not. It's sad.

- She's so young.

- No, I mean you're sad.

Even this, as far as it's gone.

You shouldn't be doing this.

- Why not?

- 'Cause it's out ofwhack.

It doesn'tfeel totally out ofwhack.

It doesn'tfeel totally out ofwhack

to you because you're looking at her.

I'm looking at you and it's f***ed.

There ain't a right angle in it.

Alright... I end it.

I don't know.

Make up your mind!

What do you want me to do?

I don't know. Maybe it's a good thing.

Maybe it makes a sad girl happy and

a desperate guy think. Anyway you look

at it, one thing... treat her nice.

What do you mean, "desperate"?

Treat her nice.

- Well, well...

- Well, well...

She'll be right down.

She's upstairs, gilding the lily,

so to speak.

- He's here!

- I'm coming!

Now, come on. Do come in.

These are for you, Dolly.

Thank you very much.

They are "Loverly".

Aren't they... lovely?

Care for a "cock-i-tail"?

- Yeah, sure.

- Scotch?

- Neat, please.

- My kind ofguy.

Sorry about the mess.

My maid died 14 years ago...

and I have found it absolutely

impossible to replace her.

What can I say, Will?

Time is a thief.

One day, you're rich as an Arab.

Next day, you're lucky

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