The Book of Love Page #3

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Good morning, Wendell.

Good morning.

Jesus.

Henry.

Hey, hey.

Good morning.

Henry, there's

an old Japanese proverb.

The wounded koi

cannot tend to its gills

if it seeks solace and diversion

of the pleasant seaweed god.

Do you have any idea

what... what that means?

Am I the koi?

Look, Henry,

I know you're grieving.

What happened was just...

But this is the biggest account

our firm has ever had,

will ever have.

We have a chance

to transform this city.

Why don't... why don't

you take some time off?

Get your mind right.

Take a week. Take two.

I mean, l can't have you

walking around the

office in your pajamas.

You understand, yeah?

Henry.

Henry, are you there?

I mentioned to you

at the reception

that we have a family plot

at evermore cemetery

that every Mureaux has been

buried in for over 200 years.

Now, it's your decision.

I know,

but I just don't think penny

should be sitting in some cube.

Also, I stopped by,

and I've left you some

suggestions for the obituary.

I thought you might

need some help with that.

So, call me back

when you get this, all right?

Hey.

Jesus. Don't you

know no better

than to be sneaking up

on people?

I could have tased you.

Sorry, but do you

remember me from...

Wait. You have a taser?

No.

Oh, here. L-let me

give you a hand.

No, no, no, I got it.

It's the rules.

You lug your own crap.

What rules?

What's with all the junk?

I'm building something.

Oh, yeah? I'm an architect.

You know,

maybe I could, uh, help you out.

No.

Ah, come on. We all need

a little help, right?

Not me.

Thanks for the junk, punk.

It's just that I promised...

You're not one of them pervs

likes to touch

little girls, are you?

What?

Don't guys like you have to put

a sign on your lawn?

No!

I'm not a perv, okay?

I-I'm... let's just

start over, okay?

My name... my name

is Henry Herschel.

W-what's yours?

Why?

So I know what to call you.

Fine.

Call me Oprah.

Oprah?

Okay.

Fine. Oprah,

I-I'd really

like to help.

I don't need your help, mister.

Thanks for the offer.

I'm sorry...

Good luck, okay?

Let's go.

Bonjour.

Hey, boss.

Hi.

I hope you don't mind,

but Ms. Herschel

always told us

to just help ourself.

Pascal having them three kids,

and, well, I got this tapeworm.

Uh, no. I-It's fine.

Um, help yourselves.

What's the list for?

Oh, no, that...

That's... uh...

I-It's nothing.

Excuse me.

Um, actually have

either of you guys

seen, um, a teenage girl,

uh, going around

the neighborhood,

getting the trash and stuff?

Mm. That Chile

with the chien.

What?

Yeah. Yeah,

yeah, yeah. Yeah.

The girl with the, uh, bike and the dog.

Yeah, that's her.

What's her name?

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