The Other Love Page #5

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- Of course.

It's the gift

of the mountains.

High metabolism.

No, I prefer a musical term.

Harmony.

Strange how the days here

melt together,

Like a perfect chord.

That's the charm of living

without a calendar and

living quietly.

You can't say I'm

not living quietly.

See that you stay that way.

Yes, doctor.

Hello.

I was looking for some matches

and found your collections.

None of those work.

Here, try this one.

Fair exchange,

I have a present for you.

What is it?

- It's a pillbox.

- I found it in the village.

It's quite old, I think.

Careful, it's full.

You know when to take them,

don't you?

Yes, Huberta's told me.

Thank you, Tony.

Oh.

I've forgotten how warm

flowers can make a house.

I thought it was about time

something was in that vase.

You're gonna spoil me.

What am I gonna do

when you leave?

I can't seem to get

that little girl out

of my mind.

Which little girl?

The little girl who

married the pianist.

Oh, that one.

And I'm sorry,

but I didn't bring

the flowers to you.

- You didn't?

- No, I brought them

to the piano.

I don't suppose

you'd let me play it,

would you?

- I don't suppose I would.

- No, I was afraid of that.

All right, then you play it.

- Oh, no.

- Oh, yes.

This is gonna be horrible.

- I don't think I can do it

with you standing over me.

- I'm sorry.

I played that

when I was 16.

I can see myself.

My hair in braids.

I was very serious

and very determined.

That's when my music teacher

tried to kiss me.

Any other memories

like that?

Yes, a few.

There've been a lot

of men in my life.

Bach, Brahms, Beethoven.

They were very possessive.

They demanded all of me.

Did you give them all?

I thought so then,

but I don't think so now.

Paging Miss Duncan,

I'm afraid.

Yes, Doctor.

Come on,

I'll walk over with you.

- Are you all right?

- Yes.

Clumsy, aren't I?

- Are you all right?

- Now I am.

It was my fault entirely.

I didn't realize I was coming

into the intersection.

- Neither did I.

- Mr. Clermont!

- How does it look, Pete?

- Not so good.

You don't know

how sorry I am.

It's nothing

that can't be fixed.

- Are you all right?

- Well, I guess so.

I was terribly frightened.

So was I.

I'll go into town

and have 'em send

out a tow car.

That is if

I can get a ride.

- Yes, of course you can.

- Do you want me to stay here, Mr. Clermont?

By the way, my name

is Clermont, Paul Clermont.

- Cigarette?

- No, thank you.

Not just now.

The air has

a bite up here.

Yes, there's a new snow

on the mountains.

I should have

brought my skis.

Where did you come from?

Monte Carlo.

I came up for the race.

- The race?

- Next Sunday.

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