The Age of Adaline Page #2

Soon after, Adaline moved back to San Francisco and

took a clerical job at the School of Medicine.

There, she availed herself of every

opportunity to research her condition.

After a year of intense study,

Adaline Bowman was forced to confront the

fact that there was absolutely no

scientific explanation for her condition.

Are you a member of the communist party or have

you ever been a member of the communist party?

Adaline?

I'm sorry, you have the wrong person.

We're from the Federal Bureau

of Investigation, Miss Bowman.

We'd like to ask you a few questions,

if you don't mind.

Why, I've done nothing wrong.

I'm a good American, how dare you

bother me at my place of employment.

It couldn't be helped, Ma'am.

We have no record of your residence.

This way please.

Nothing to worry about, Miss Bowman,

we're just going to run a few tests on you.

If anyone contacts you, tell them that I went

to Europe on vacation, that I never came back.

The next time we see each other,

I'll have a new identity.

I'll always be your mother, you'll just

have to introduce me as your friend.

- Mama, no.

- It has to be this way... here.

To insure the freedom and safety of herself and

her daughter Adaline vowed to keep moving,

changing her name, residence,

and appearance every decade,

and never to speak a word of

her fate to another living soul.

In seven weeks,

when Jennifer Larson disappears forever,

and Susan Fleisher takes up residence

in a remote farmhouse in Ashton, Oregon,

Adaline Bowman,

beside one moment of weakness.

Will have kept her vow

for the past 60 years.

Hello, Regan.

Amanda, you're not going

to stand me up, are you?

You asked me that last year,

why don't you trust me?

Oh, I just can't believe you

haven't got a better offer.

Impossible.

I'll pick you up eight?

Actually, that's the

other reason I called.

The Grand Hotel of Nob Hill

is sending a car for me.

- Look at you.

- Have you ever been there for New Years?

Only once, ages ago.

I guess it's pretty lavish.

Well, I better get to it then,

I'll see you soon.

Bye, Regan.

Are you hungry?

No?

Oh, you just want to come out

with me tonight, don't you?

Sorry, buddy, it's a girls night.

Avery, if you do not remove the hand

my knee...

My two hands are on

the table, Adaline.

Thank you.

- Happy New Year.

- Oh! Hey, Amanda.

- That was you clapping, wasn't it?

- How did you guess?

- You've got manners.

- We're the last two.

Hey, grab a glass.

Tell me, what did I miss?

Oh, not much, just some happy chatter.

It's funny, no matter how old you get,

New Year's Eve still feels like the

one night where anything's possible.

What's your resolution?

Same as always, true love.

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