Red Shoe Diaries Page #4

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Hi, we're not in right now.|Work, work, work.

Leave us a message.

I haven't seen him in two weeks.|He's out of my life

like an alcoholic coming off the hooch.

One minute, one hour,|one day at the time.

And I'll never see him again.

This kind of calamander|is more expensive, of course,

but it's hundred percent silk.|- Excuse me just a moment.

I'm sorry to bother you, there's a|guy who says he's your brother.

I'm gonna send you two off|with Michelle.

She's gonna show you the other|colours and patterns.

Just give me fifteen minutes and we'll|finish everything off. Okay?

Right this way please.|- Thanks, Michelle.

See what'd tell you?|- What a surprise.

I told her I was your brother.|I don't think she belived me.

How did you find me?

It wasn't hard.|I let my fingers do the walking.

I hate your suit.

Funny, I thought it|looked good on me.

Belonged to my father.|He wore it everyday of his life.

Said it brought him luck.

Why are you here?

I wanted you.

I want you all the time now.

I don't even know your name.|That's the way I want to keep it.

My name is Tom.

That's short for|Thomas K. Butler.

I don't wanna hear it.|- Same name as my dad.

Please.

Everybody used to call me Junior.

After my dad died,

my mother started calling|me Tom for the first time in my life.

I didn't even know who|she was talking to.

I had to drop out of school to|help support my brothers.

Gave up football scholarship|to the University of Illinois.

What the hell, right?

You gotta do what you gotta do.

I'm sorry you|don't like my suit.

Pick out another one for me and|I'll go down and buy it.

You can pick up my underwear,|my shirts,

anything you want.|And I'll wear them.

You know why?

Because you're the one of|the only really nice things

that's ever happened to me.

When I'm with you I feel like|I just stepped out of the shower.

I feel clean.|Please, look at me.

What I'm saying is important.

If you don't come to me,|I'm gonna come to you.

I'll find out where you live,|I'll camp out on your doorstep.

Think your boyfriend will believe|that I'm your brother?

I'll see you around.

Now he has a name.

No place to run.|No place to hide.

Trapped.

October 21st|my 26th birthday.

Now remember, keep a happy face.

Shall I make a wish?|- Wish first. Concentrate.

I don't wanna kiss you,|I wanna make a toast to

lovely, gorgeous, stunning, radiant Alex,

whose perfect life I think|matches her perfect beauty

and Alex and I've been friends for...

How long?|Tell the truth.

No, since... Wait.|Since we were seventeen.

Seventeen?|Please say you're seventeen.

Are you okay?

Yes. I might be coming down|with a flu or something.

That's what I told your brother when|you didn't show up for work today.

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