Finding Neighbors Page #3

Looks like you're enjoying

yourself.

They're good.

- You know what?

I am.

I had a pretty good day.

- How much have you had?

- There's the bottle.

Check it out.

- Sorry.

Can I help?

- Suit yourself.

- I'll set the table.

- Hey.

- Hey, were you home today?

- I was.

- Did you notice anything?

- What do you mean?

- At our house.

- Uh, no.

- Sam's acting weird.

There was this lip gloss.

- That is weird.

- Yeah, and two tea cups.

- Hmm.

- Passionate Peach.

That is not something

I would use.

- So it wasn't you.

- Well,

I did come by for a beer.

- A beer?

- Mar, Sam,

he seems so depressed.

He's at that age where he wants

to shake it while he can,

make hay, wild oats,

you know, or at least feel

like he could.

Can he?

- That's really personal.

Of course he can.

- I'll be honest.

I've thought about it.

I have.

- Thought about what?

- Sex.

- With my husband?

- Come on.

It's just a fantasy.

- Okay, you know what?

Forget about it.

Clearly I can see

this was a mistake.

- Why?

- You're still a mess.

- Bon apptit.

- Cheers.

- Did something happen at work?

- No, work's fine.

It's good, actually.

Are you depressed?

- Do I look depressed?

- You do have

some of the symptoms.

- Okay.

- All right, look.

Here's the deal.

Is there something

that you need to tell me?

I mean, I don't know.

Is something going on?

- No.

- Are you sure?

What's this?

- Oh, that.

It's, um, you know, Jeff.

- Jeff?

- Next door.

- Is that the truth?

- Of course it's the truth.

- And Sherrie?

- Yeah.

I mean... she stopped by.

- Why?

- I don't know.

She was just doing her thing.

- Yeah?

What were you doing?

- Come on.

I mean, there's flirtation

there, of course.

I admit it, but it's flattering,

nothing more.

Are you okay?

- I don't know.

Am I?

- It's harmless.

- I'm not hungry.

- Well, that went well.

- Hi.

- Hi.

- Today's the 15th.

- It's the 16th over here.

- I can't wait

to see you tomorrow.

- Me too.

Well, I was just

leaving the apartment, Sherrie.

I'm sorry.

You know,

so much to do before I leave.

- That's okay.

Then I'll see you tomorrow.

- Ciao.

- Ciao.

- So can we talk

when I get home tonight?

- Absolutely.

- All right.

I got to go.

- Well, skedaddle.

- So have a good day.

Hey, Sam, I mean that.

- You too.

- How are you doing today?

Mostly...

I just hate you.

- What do you hate about me?

Okay.

I like your chain.

I noticed it earlier.

But it's broken.

What does that mean?

- Freedom.

- It was groundbreaking,

in regards to the style

and the kind of stories

you told.

- Drover Boy?

It was about a cattle drive

in the Australian Outback.

- Such a sweeping,

romantic canvas.

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