Sabrina Page #5

It is late at night

and someone across the way

is playing "La Vie En Rose".

It is the French way of saying,

I am looking at the world

through rose-coloured glasses.

It says everything I feel.

I have learnt so many things,

Father.

Not just how to make vichyssoise or

calf's head with sauce vinaigrette,

but a much more important recipe.

I have learnt how to live,

how to be in the world

and of the world...

.. and not just to stand aside

and watch.

And I will never, never again

run away from life,

or from love, either.

I am taking the plane home

on Friday, Father.

You needn't pick me up

at the airport.

I'll just take

the Long Island Rail Road

and you can meet me at the train -

the 4:
15.

If you should have any difficulty

recognising your daughter,

I shall be the most sophisticated

woman at the Glen Cove station.

Taxi, miss?

Cheapest rates in Glen Cove.

Hello! How are you?

Well, I'm fine. How are you?

And I might add, who are you?

- Who am I?

- Am I supposed to know?

No, you're not supposed to know.

- Are you stranded?

- My father was meant to pick me up.

Whoever your father is,

I'll be eternally grateful.

- That is if I can give you a lift.

- You can drive me home.

Good! I'll get your bags.

- Where do you live?

- Dosoris Lane.

Dosoris Lane?

Say, that's where I live!

- Really?

- Sure. We must be neighbours.

And I believe in

loving thy neighbour.

Oh, so do I.

Come on, David.

- David? Is his name David?

- Yes, it is.

That's funny. My name's David, too.

That is funny, isn't it?

Sure you don't want

to tell me your name?

Positive.

I'm having much too much fun.

Alright, if you want to play games...

- Have you always lived here?

- Most of my life.

I'd swear I know every pretty girl

on the North Shore.

You take in more territory than that.

This is maddening.

I've seen that face before.

Let me see your profile again.

I know I know you.

I have a feeling I've seen you...

with your father.

Wait!

Is your father Admiral Starratt?

Hardly.

Funny.

I keep seeing him in a uniform.

Give us a hint.

What does your father do?

- He's in transportation.

- Transportation?

- Railroads. New York Central.

- No.

- Planes. TWA.

- No.

- Boats. United States Lines.

- No.

- I pass.

- Automobiles.

Oh? Chrysler?

Yes, Chrysler and Ford

and General Motors and Rolls-Royce.

Is he on the board

of all those companies?

You might say he runs things.

- I bet my brother Linus knows him.

- He certainly does.

They often drive into town together.

They do?

Straight through to the garage,

please.

I feel so stupid I could kill myself.

You'll be alright in a minute.

Here we are.

I'm not just pretending we've met

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