Evening Page #3

She keeps saying strange things.

They do, sometimes, in end stage.

The medication can make them very dreamy.

She's been talking about people

from her past, I guess.

People my sister and I have never heard of.

Well, they might be real people

and they might not be.

You never really know.

So, Mom,

this is all just a dream you're having?

Hello, Harris. How are you?

Hello, Mrs. Wittenborn.

Seriously, Lila is making a big mistake,

don't you think?

It's a little hard to say.

All right, what do you like best about Carl?

Go on, go on. Yeah, go on.

Carl is...

Tall.

But you know, Buddy,

if this is what Lila wants...

No, no, no. This is what Lila thinks

that she's supposed to want.

There's a difference.

Well, maybe not for Lila.

I think...

I think that she should marry Harris.

Do you?

He's the one she's really in love with.

Has been, like,

ever since we were kids, you know?

Is Harris in love with her?

Everyone's in love with Lila,

I'm in love with Lila. Aren't you?

She is one of my best friends.

Right.

So talk to her.

Let's sit the next one out.

What? No, no...

Yeah.

I'm on fire here.

My point exactly.

Hi, Ann.

Hi.

Sis, you know you got the looks

and the brains.

I mean, probably the talent, too.

I don't mind. I'm just mentioning it.

Buddy, why don't you sit down?

There are plenty of virtues left

for the little brother.

You know, stalwart, cheerful,

good in emergencies.

Carl, man, you're so tall.

Thanks.

Oh, yeah.

Hmm.

Ann,

did Lila tell you that Harris was

the first guy that she ever kissed?

I was 15.

I guess I had a thing for older men then.

And Harris has shrapnel from Korea,

right here.

Wrong place at the wrong time.

I'm not a hero or anything like that.

Of course you're a hero.

So Buddy tells me you're a singer.

I sing. I try to sing.

No, no. She's great. She's great.

She's going to sing

at Carnegie Hall one day.

I'll be glad if I can pay my light bill one day.

As I recall, I lured you down to the beach.

You'd gotten into your father's Scotch.

Well, I had to. I mean, I was leaving

for school the next day.

Drunken abandon was my last hope.

You passed out.

Oh, well, all right.

It's time for a full confession.

When you wouldn't kiss me back,

I pretended to pass out.

It was the only thing I could think of to do.

Well, you were very convincing.

And you carried me back up to the house.

And I'm not going to humiliate myself

any further by telling you

how deeply I believed that I was Catherine

and you were Heathcliff.

Harris is a doctor of medicine.

He told me that.

In Shelburne Falls, Massachusetts.

Which is where he grew up. He went back

to practice medicine among his own people.

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