Love Letters Page #3

I never liked him anyway.

He was a pest and a pill

and tried to paw me all the time.

-That son of a beechnut tree.

-It's okay.

-I'm going to a psychiatrist now.

-I went to one once.

I talked about you.

It's almost New Year's.

How about making it official?

Let's go steady.

Not on your life.

Why not?

Mom said you should meet

as many boys as you can...

...so you don't make a mistake

when you marry.

Okay, everybody,

time to change partners.

Jeez, Andy, you've

hardly noticed me tonight.

No, Gretchen, I have. Really.

You stand out in a crowd.

Subtle as a truck.

Look who's talking.

Blanche DuBois over there.

Stay away from that guy.

He's bad news.

Who are you, my guardian?

I see why your mom put you

in boarding school.

Oh, yes? Well, I'm not going back.

I'm going to California instead.

-California?

-My father's sent for me.

Melissa.

Try this on for size.

Don't mind if I do.

Nine, eight, seven, six...

...five, four, three, two...

...one. Happy New Year!

Happy New Year, Andy!

Ditto, Gretchen.

-Any port in a storm.

-Yeah, yeah.

-I'm sore at you.

-Oh, come on.

Say hello to Granny and goodbye

to me. I'm on my way to the airport.

I'll say hello to Granny.

Hello, Mrs. Pommeroy.

-We'll miss her, won't we, Andrew?

-Depends on how she behaves.

I want you to know

I hate that Bob Bartram.

I hated him even

when I necked with him.

He's telling everyone in town

he French-kissed you...

-...and touched both your breasts.

-That's a lie.

tell everyone right back that he

should be strung up by his testicles.

How come you kissed him, then,

and not me?

You were kissing Gretchen.

-Only after I saw--

-Andy, stop.

With us, it's different. You know that.

You're more like a friend to me.

Or a brother maybe.

Thanks a bunch.

No, I mean it. Maybe if we

didn't know each other so well...

...or hadn't written so many letters,

we could--

Melissa, darling.

You'll be late for your plane.

Write me in California?

I count on you, Andy.

Sometimes I think I'd go stark raving

mad if I didn't have you to hold on to.

-You exaggerate....

-Everything.

-Not this time....

-I swear.

Write me about California.

How's your second family?

Did you get my letters? I checked

with your mom, and I had the address.

How come you haven't answered me

in over six months?

Back at school now.

Hope everything's okay with you.

Did you get my letters

in California...

...or do you have a wicked stepmother

who confiscates them?

I don't want to talk about California.

Ever.

I thought I had two families.

Now I know I don't really have any.

You're very lucky, Andy.

You don't know it, but you are.

Back at school, but not for long.

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