Love Happens

Chapter one.

Sometimes, despite your

best efforts otherwise,

life will give you lemons.

When that happens, you've

got two choices, friend.

You can wear a sour face

or make lemonade.

I never should have

booked this city.

Come on,

come on, come on.

Finally!

H uh?

What, did you swim here?

Might as well have.

This is exactly

why I tell you

you gotta fly in

the night before.

The less time I spend

in this city, the better.

I know, I know, I know. But

you'll be enthused to know

that I reamed

customer service.

Your bag is gonna be

on the very next flight.

But have no fear.

There is a brand-new suit

waiting for you right here.

Where'd you conjure

this up from?

Well, rainmakers

make rain...

Room key.

Voil.

There's a gorgeous

latte-colored silk tie in there.

I think you're gonna love

it. It's subtle... Latte?

Okay, there's a red

one in there, too. Okay?

Can you please just look

your best? Please, okay?

Listen, all three U nicom

suits will fly in from New York

day after tomorrow to

see if we can make a deal.

All three of them?

I'm Lane goddamned Marshall.

Burke, for once in your life,

can you please take the elevator?

See you.

Coming to the seminar?

Okay.

Okay. Big day. Big day.

And don't forget

the DVDs and audio books

available for purchase

all through the week

at our booth down the hall.

And now,

without further ado,

the author of the bestseller A

Path Through Grief, my friend...

No, my inspiration,

Burke Ryan.

All right!

Thanks, Lane. Wow!

Whoo!

You guys make

a guy feel good.

I'm feeling okay.

How are you?

A- Okay!

Good.

Let me ask you a question.

Any football fans

in the house?

Certain co! Ego team not too

long ago lost their season opener.

They're going nowhere fast.

Then something happened.

Thank you.

An event that changed

everything for their coach.

The guy started

sleeping at the office,

reinvented the playbook,

studied film.

He was on the case 24-7.

They went on to win

the national championship.

Well, after all the fanfare and

the champagne, he traipsed on home,

went upstairs,

went to his closet

and removed his Browning

double-barrelled shotgun,

put it to his chin

and pulled the trigger.

See, the event

that changed it all

back at the beginning

of the season?

His brother, his best friend in

the world, died of a heart attack.

You might be able to get back

on the horse, do great things.

Hell, you might even win

a national championship.

But if you don't pay the

piper, he will come calling.

I want to thank each

and every one of you

for having the courage to really

feel the loss of loved ones.

I know it's not easy.

I've been there.

How are you?

You okay?

A- Okay!

Good. A! Right. Say it

one more time. How are you?

A- Okay!

All right.

I'll see you in workshop.

Perfect. Perfect.

Good. Good. Great.

Come on, loosen up a little

bit. You need a drink?

Maybe you need a drink.

Waiter!

Please, no drink.

Chapter 12.

"Alcohol's no more a cure-all

than a Band-Aid on a bullet wound."

All right. Now flash me

that sign of yours.

Great. Give me that.

Great. So, tell me,

what motivated the book?

U h, my wife died.

I know.

Why tell the whole world

about it?

It was a way to coach myself

how to get through it.

You know, I never intended

for anyone to actually read it,

but my manager gave it to

a publisher and here I am.

Yes, you are.

What happened?

U h...

She was driving us

to dinner.

Dog in the middle

of the road.

Car swerved into a pole.

She died instantly.

It must have been awful.

I'm sorry.

Appreciate it.

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