The Longest Ride Page #3

Really?

Yeah, at least until he

gets out of the emergency room.

Then I'll wait with you.

No, it's fine.

Really.

And thank you for tonight.

Yeah, it was a...

It was a great night.

Kind of.

Good luck with everything in New York.

"April 10th, 1940.

"My dearest Ruth...

"Today started out like any other day.

"But when you walked in

to my father's store...

"so beautiful, so vibrant...

"I knew my life would

forever be changed."

You are the new family

the Rabbi has told us about.

From Vienna?

Yes.

I am Hannah...

and this is my daughter, Ruth.

Nice to meet you.

I'm Sarah...

and this is my son, Ira.

Ira?

Ira?

- Good Shabbes.

- Good Shabbes.

Good Shabbes.

Good Sha...

The following days were consumed...

with plotting ways in which

I could talk to you...

now that you had found a home

in my small community.

But I wasn't the only one

seeking your attention.

This would take some more time.

He's awake, if you'd like to see him.

You have to eat something, Mr. Levinson.

It's the only way

you're going to get better.

I'm old.

I've had a heart attack...

a hip replacement...

surgery in both knees.

How much better am I going to get?

Who are you?

I came to drop this off.

How'd you get that?

From your car.

You asked me to get it for you.

Oh, you...

You pulled me out?

No, my friend Luke pulled you out...

but you asked me to go back

and get this box.

You don't remember?

Well, thank you.

Very much.

He seems to like you,

which is a first for him.

See if you can get him

to eat something, would you?

She has the coldest hands

I've ever felt.

I think she soaks them in ice water...

before she comes by.

You really should eat something.

I'm done.

Is that what Ruth would want?

How do you know about Ruth?

Did you read my letters?

What do you care?

You're done.

They're beautiful.

She was a beautiful woman.

In every way.

I can see why they

were so precious to you.

I haven't been able

to read them for years.

Even with my glasses.

Do you want me to read them to you?

But you have to eat first.

"May 25th, 1940.

"For the first time in my life...

"I was hoping the service

at the synagogue would be longer."

Excuse me.

Are you ever going to talk to me?

Excuse me?

I always see you there, lurking around.

I don't lurk.

You do lurk.

But then you never talk to me.

Am I so frightening?

No, I...

What you did to that poor rose

was unforgiveable.

You saw that?

Don't be embarrassed.

It was a lovely gesture.

Ruthie?

Want to walk me home?

What about David Stein?

He can walk my mother home.

Vienna is beautiful and so cultured.

It has more artists than Paris.

At least it did before the war.

It must have been hard for you to leave.

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