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was quite rational.
May I remind you
to survive?
Oh.
Come on back.
Come on, honey, come back,
come back.
Come back,
come back, come back.
There you are.
About my wife's
deliberate nudity.
Apparently
it's a side effect of her
having once been
a modern dancer.
Briefly.
I feel compelled to add.
Who exactly are you trying
to attract out there?
No one can see me
and if they can, I don't care.
Uh, clearly.
Strutting around this house
on full display.
Would it kill you
to put some clothes on
in front of our girls?
No, I'm not gonna
teach our daughters
to have shame
about having a body.
What if I started
parading naked
around them, huh?
Hey, look at me!
Whoo, daddy's naked!
Mr. prude-o in the nude-o.
Hey, look at me,
I'm going to work naked!
Right, right, right.
Jesus.
Would you get away from there?
There's no one there, Howard.
Oh.
Seeing my wife in the nude,
oddly enough
usually got me
thinking about money.
I've only a slender amount
of cash with me.
And if it's my intention
to vanish completely
using a credit card
is out of the question.
I could pre-date a bank check
and cash it somewhere, yes.
But that might signal
to Diana
that my disappearance
was pre-meditated.
Which, I don't know,
seems unnecessarily cool.
It's not difficult
to run away.
all the time.
But if this were
a simple abandonment of wife
and children, I'd have
written Diana a note
taken my car out
of the garage
driven to Manhattan,
checked into a hotel
and walked to work
in the morning.
Easy. Anyone can do that.
But you'd still be
the same person.
This is different.
You see..
...i no longer seem
that only days ago
were so indispensable.
the smooth shave
credit cards, cellphones
clients.
There will be no more
getting on that train.
I'll take nothing more
from her.
Nothing from that house.
Ever.
I'll sustain myself
like a castaway.
A survivor.
Undetected.
Unshackled.
I'll become
the Howard Wakefield
I was meant to be.
Oh, please.
yourself. I know you have.
But what about
the twins you ask?
No regrets there.
our girls generally
think of me
as some kind
of unfortunate oddity
who embarrasses them
Believe me
I'm seeing more
of these two now
than I have in months,
if not years.
And I'm sure
it's not lost on you.
Though I might have
left my wife
I'll still be able
to keep an eye on her.
Ah.
There we go.
Did I ever miss
the conveniences of home?
Oh!
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