Feast of Love Page #4

- BAT:
Oscar.

- You ready?

Hello, missy.

Pleased to meet you. The name's Chloe.

Yeah, well, don't you come in this house

again unless I invite you.

There'll be trouble

I can't be responsible for.

BAT:
You hear me?

Hey, don't be scared, all right?

He is a mean son of a b*tch,

but I can be, too.

I'll protect you from anything.

Bradley, we have to talk.

No, hold on.

That's really sweet.

Happy birthday, sweetheart.

It's a dog.

No. No, no. That's not... It's the dog.

That's Bradley Jr.

That's the dog you picked out.

But I hate dogs and you know that.

No, you don't. You... You love dogs.

I would have said anything

to get out of that room.

I don't want a goddamn dog!

And you know that, but you

got me one anyway, because you...

- Okay. Okay, time out, Kathryn...

- Because you have no idea who I am.

I mean, I might as well be invisible to you.

What color are my eyes, Bradley?

- What?

- Yeah, what color are my eyes?

- Green!

- Hazel!

My eyes are hazel! I mean, Christ!

You're an artist!

Okay, but there's a little greenish,

hazel tint.

All right, listen,

we're rushing the dog thing.

- You're right.

- No.

No, it's not just the dog thing

or the eye thing. It's everything.

It's every goddamn thing!

I cannot do this for one more day!

- It's like I don't even exist!

- What? You're leaving?

- Oh, so now you don't miss a thing.

- Where are you going with this?

You know the shortstop,

the one that you asked over to our table?

Yes! She tagged you out.

Yeah, well,

I'm not the only one she tagged out.

But you wouldn't know that,

because you have your

head so far up your ass.

Wait, you... You're friends with her?

Wow. Goodbye, Bradley.

If Kathryn's meant to be with women,

so be it,

but I just can't help but think

maybe I did something to cause it.

Mmm?

To put her off men forever.

But what? Never cheated.

I didn't lie.

I made love to her on a regular basis.

She fell in love, that's all.

One minute she was married,

next minute there was this person

right in front of her,

whom she couldn't ignore

no matter how hard she tried.

How do you know that?

Well, I was there when they met.

So were you.

Bradley, look.

Try focusing on simple pleasures.

You know? Small blessings.

Hmm.

Like... Like what?

That's not for me to say.

- I got my hair, right, Harry?

- There's a start.

Okay.

Well...

- I got this place.

- Best espresso in Portland. The best!

- I got my little dog.

- A loyal companion.

I'm really sorry, Bradley,

but you can't have the dog back.

We're going to keep him.

Agatha, that's my dog.

Not anymore. He's bonded with us.

- No...

- His name is Gumbo now.

Wait! Wait. Wait.

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