Shirin in Love Page #6

A bit of a loner, you know?

Zuzu.

Huh?

What'd you call me?

Zuzu. My car.

Oh.

You dropped a grape.

Five second rule.

You can still eat that.

Thank you.

Yeah, I noticed that

you got the blue beetle.

Yeah.

I used to have a beetle.

Um, it was my first

car, so...

Thank you.

( car horn honking )

Oh, um, I got to take off.

Okay.

Yeah, but um...

- Thanks again.

- Yeah. Feel better.

Take it easy.

( car horn honking )

Please, tell your

friend not to honk.

Her name's Helen, mom.

It's been that way

for seven years.

I'll tell her. Bye.

( phone ringing )

Answer it!

I'm too hysterical!

Hello?

Yes.

Is she okay?

Thank you. Thank you

very much for calling.

Goodbye.

Well?

She is fine.

That was Rachel Harson.

Rachel Harson?

Herself?

Shirin is sick.

She has a high fever.

Great.

Great?

Are you out of your mind.

Don't you get it?

It's Rachel Harson, the writer.

She got her.

That's my daughter.

Rachel:
"Harson's latest work

is a literary sensation

combining a magical

illumination of the ordinary

with exquisite lyricism

laced with elegance

and compassion.

A tragic love story which brings

to mind the best of Annie Poole. "

Oh, hey, the best

she gives it four stars.

( laughing )

Hey, you're not

supposed to be out of bed.

Oh, I'm feeling much

better, thank you.

Let me get a chair.

Yes, you have to eat!

- Thanks.

- Yeah.

You want some meatloaf?

Yeah.

Some meatloaf.

- Thanks.

- Uh-huh.

Um, I almost forgot.

You, uh... you left these.

Oh. Thank you. Thank you.

I'm always losing things.

I'm hopeless.

No, you are not, and I'm

gonna tell you why missy.

See this?

We just read the review.

You're a fantastic writer.

William, tell her how

good she is.

You're good.

( laughing )

Where did you go to school?

Uh, Oxford for

undergrad and then...

- Oxford.

- Columbia Law.

Columbia Law?

Now, I'm learning how to write.

Hey, don't be so modest.

You are a very good writer.

Oh, that means so

much coming from you.

Thank you.

( laughs )

Do you write, too?

Um, me?

No, I, um... why?

Uh, your room.

All those books.

Oh, that's my fault.

See, I used to be

an English teacher

so I made him read all

the books that I love.

And it was horrible.

It was not!

Yeah. I didn't think a teenage

boy would read all the classics,

especially the ones

written by women.

He's a very unusual man.

Elizabeth Bishop is one

of my favorite poets.

I hope you don't mind, but I was

going through your collection

of poetry in your room, and

loved the notes in the margins.

This is not like the

big city, you know.

He had a lot of

problems as a teenager.

- I don't mean problems.

- It was boring.

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