Love of My Life Page #3

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Really, yeah.

Congratulations on the new novel.

I haven't had a chance to read it yet,

but they said on the

radio you might win

a second Tolstoy Prize.

Why on earth would I want

to talk about my book.

Gracie has a brain tumour!

[Sighs]

Yeah, I don't really read your books.

I was just being polite.

Well, I don't think now is

the time for politeness, Tom.

So I'm just gonna come

right out and say this, okay?

I'm gonna win Grace back.

Tom, I think you need to go to bed.

No, you need to avoid unnecessary stress.

Please, please, please, go to bed.

I'll deal with this.

Because I think that needs an answer.

- No, I will answer it for you.

- Well, I was going to say-

No, I know what you're gonna say, darling.

We have been married forever.

Not forever.

Yeah, and I'm not that predictable.

I could, theoretically, still surprise you.

[Laughs]

No.

No, you couldn't.

Please, go to bed.

- Are you sure?

- Yes, I'll see you later.

Bye, sweetheart.

Tom:
Okay, well, I'm just upstairs.

So,

what was he gonna say to me?

I don't care.

I would say the same thing to you

if Tom were not my husband.

If the only husband I had ever had

was a lying little sh*t

who cheated on me when

I had a newborn baby!

Why are you exaggerating?

She wasn't newborn, she was

six months old.

This is insane.

You know, I might

surprise you all and live.

That would be fantastic.

Well, wouldn't you only

want me because I'm dying?

If you thought you were stuck with me

for the rest of your life,

you never would have got

on that plane in London.

No.

I've changed.

Well, I haven't.

I still hate you and I

want you out of my house

by the time I get up in the

morning, do you understand?

Unless you want to be the first to die.

[Sighs]

I can read Middlemarch.

I'm smart.

I read fast.

Why not?

Did you tell him what I was gonna tell him?

Go to sleep.

I'm gonna start with chapter one.

Did you tell him I love you?

Yeah, yeah.

Skip the prelude.

So is he leaving?

Yes.

Brooke had the kind of beauty-

Yeah, he's leaving.

Of course, he's leaving.

So, what's for breakfast?

Grace:
"This is very kind

of you," said Dorothea,

looking up at Mr.

Casaubon with delight.

"It is noble. After all,

people may have some vocation"-

You made him breakfast in bed?

You never made me breakfast in bed.

It's for Zoe.

Oh, yeah.

Yeah, okay.

Carry on.

Richard:
You're still here?

[Yawning]

Thought you would've gone by now.

Oh, Mom.

Everything's gonna be okay.

No, that's not what Kaitlyn said.

Grace:
I'm sure they can

cut the whole thing out.

I need to have a little bit of radiation.

It'll be fine.

I'm just sorry that you had

to leave your great new job

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