Lies And Illusions Page #4

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Hi.

How long have you been

out there?

Feels like my whole life.

You wanna come in?

- Sure. Yeah.

- Come in. Get out of the rain.

Well, let me get you

out of these clothes here.

Don't you think we should talk first?

- I mean--

- You'll find a robe behind my door.

- Are we going out though?

- It's a mess outside.

I thought we'd stay in.

Okay.

Oh, gosh.

- It's a nice place you have here.

- Thanks. It's a rental.

- What?

- You in that robe.

Oh. It's cozy.

- Let's open some wine.

- Thank you.

- I take it you don't date much, huh?

- It's been a little while.

Is there a reason?

Uh, well, it's kind of a long story.

I was in this, um--

uh, well, I'm writing

a new book and--

- Oh, really? What is it about?

- I don't know.

Hey, you should laugh.

I'm completely lost-- writer's block.

- Well, you know what they say.

- What do they say?

- Write what you know.

- I don't think

anybody would be too interested

in my dull life.

You'd be surprised. I mean,

my readers are sure interested.

Right, right, the interview.

After dinner...

when we're more relaxed.

Good?

Yummy.

So I didn't really wanna be a writer.

I wanted to be a teacher.

Yeah? Well,

what's something only your closest

friends would know about you?

I'm a hell of a dancer!

- Really?!

- Yeah.

I'll show you some love here.

Yeah, here we go.

Big moves.

Ready?

Okay. Hey, yep!

- Look at that-- skibbitydoo!

- Impressive.

Spinning! Oh, sh*t.

- Are you okay?

- Yeah, I think I just hurt myself.

Okay, okay.

- Wes?

- Yeah?

Are you ever gonna

put your clothes back on?

No.

Well, in that case...

Whoa, easy.

Afraid I'll take advantage?

I'm horrified at the thought

of not remembering.

Oh, trust me, you'd remember.

All right, um,

I'll go get my notebook

and maybe your clothes.

What...

the hell?

Hi, Wes. The interview

we did was published today

and I'll bring home a copy for you.

I thought we could celebrate.

I'm gonna pick up some stuff tonight.

Do you want pasta or fish...

or I don't know,

maybe you wanna go out.

Maybe you're tired of my cooking.

Hello?

Are you there?

Wes?

Anyways we can decide later. All right,

I'll see you soon, honey. Goodbye, babe.

Oh, Jesus!

I forgot that stupid cat.

Hello?!

I have a gun.

Wes, where are you, buddy?

Yeah, I'm down here--

in the cellar.

Where are you, man?

Oh sh*t.

- I'm in here. Get in here!

- Yeah.

I got the check for the thing.

What the hell is this?

I have absolutely no idea. Sam got

this house from some little old guy.

As far as I know, she hated guns,

hated small spaces.

Maybe he was one

of those weapons wackos,

like the guys who sell knives on the

home-shopping network or something.

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