Prelude to a Kiss Page #3

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I make little tiny transparent

photographs of scientific articles...

which are rolled onto strips

like microfilm, only smaller.

You'd... like it.

It's really interesting.

Do you see your family?

Your mom?

No.

Sometimes?

Never?

Nope.

Call them?

Uh-uh.

Do you miss them?

- Hey.

- Hey.

What's your dirtiest fantasy?

Excuse me?

You know, I thought you just said,

" What is my dirtiest fantasy".

What?

I can't. I'm sorry.

Come on.

No.

What's yours, though?

I'd be curious.

I asked you first.

Well, they change.

Sure.

What's one?

Well-

One...

Uh-huh.

might be that someone...

Uh-huh.

might sort of, just,

you know,

spontaneously start

crawling across the floor...

on their... hands and knees,

and more or less...

unzip me...

with their...

teeth.

I'd do that.

Christ.

Happiness.

- Are you?

- Uh-huh.

You are?

It's like a drug.

- It is a drug.

- Sex?

To snare us into mating.

I must be peaking then.

- You know, the body manufactures it.

- Uh-huh.

Like epinephrine,

or something.

Did I detect a note of cynicism

in your comment about mating?

Oh. No.

You don't like kids?

No.

I love them.

But you don't

want to have them?

No, I don't.

But-

- Why not?

- I just don't.

Your career?

What career?

No. I think kids are great.

I just don't think it's fair to raise

them in the world the way it is now.

Where else are you

going to raise them?

We're here.

Say.

Like the woman

in The White Hotel,

people really do struggle their

wholelives just to die in lime pits.

And not just in books.

Women... go blind...

from watching their children

being murdered.

Not in this country,

they don't.

They get shot on the sidewalk in front

of their houses in some drug war.

Just what happened to you- being

passed from one parent to the next-

I survived.

I'll be lying in bed late at night

and I'll look at the light in the room.

And I'll suddenly see it all

go upinablinding flash- in flames-

and I'm the only one left alive.

And I can't

look at you sitting there...

without imagining

you... dying-

bursting into flames.

No wonder you can't sleep.

The world

is a really terrible place.

It's too...

precarious.

And you want kids,

obviously.

I wish I could say I did.

It's okay.

We saw each other

every day for the next six weeks.

I'd stop by my apartment

every once in a while...

to see if the view out into

the air shaft had improved any.

But...

all my clothes had found their way

over to Rita's.

I told my parents

about you.

What did you tell them?

I said that you were

very considerate.

In what way?

I said, well-

I mean, we talk very frankly

about sex.

You and your parents?

I said that you always

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