Leave Her to Heaven Page #3

across the front lawn of heaven.

We made a pact to bring

our ashes here when we died.

"If you die first," I told him,

"I'll bring yours here.

If I die first, you'll bring mine. "

Yet, I know now...

...people you love don't really die.

Can we go now?

I'm not a bit sleepy, are you?

Not in the least.

Have you forgiven me yet?

- What I said about your book.

- Oh, that.

I have a different opinion now.

I finished reading the book last night

and I found it quite absorbing.

What made you

change your mind?

I got interested

in one of the characters.

- Which one?

- The author.

Well, I assure you the book

is not supposed to be about me.

Oh, but it is,

whether you like it or not.

"Every book's a confession,"

my father always said.

- You have to read between the lines.

- And did you?

- Well, what sort of man am I?

- You're a bachelor.

Thirty years old.

You were born and raised in Boston...

...and you went to Harvard,

where you edited the Lampoon.

When you graduated, you went to Paris

and you studied painting for a while.

You have a lodge in Maine

called Back of the Moon.

Before you went in for writing novels,

you were a newspaper man.

Your favorite sport is fishing, and you

speak French and Spanish quite well.

Shades of Sherlock.

You got all that

just from reading my book?

Just from reading the dust jacket.

It was all there under your picture.

You know, if you'd lived in Salem

Why did you give up painting?

Well, it was like this.

In the first place,

I discovered I was colorblind.

Since I was interested

in Post-Impressionism...

- ...that didn't matter, did it?

- No.

When I made the acquaintance

of the boys on the Left Bank...

...I found that they lived

in squalid garrets...

...and most of them

were miserably undernourished.

Have you ever known

what it was to be really hungry?

I'm hungry right now.

You must be.

You haven't had dinner, have you?

- Nor lunch.

- You poor thing, you must be famished.

Mrs. Robie told Emily

to leave you a tray.

Good.

Oh, there it is.

I'll get it.

Let me.

Tell me about your place in Maine.

Oh, it's just a cabin,

a shack, that's all.

But it's set down in just about the most

beautifuI country I've ever seen.

Why do you call it Back of the Moon?

Well, there's a lake up there,

shaped like a crescent.

Danny and I used to spend

all our summers there.

- You love Danny a lot, don't you?

- Well, naturally.

Is that why you've never married,

because you've had to take care of him?

No, not exactly.

The way I feeI about marriage...

Well, it's like... Thank you.

It's like that trip I made to Europe

after I graduated.

I hadn't the least idea of going abroad.

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