romantic, though I wanted to be. I didn’t really know how to be romantic. I guess you could say we were kind of cool and calm. Maybe that’s how I got to be so patient. Remember Talia Shire in the first Rocky? Make her taller and give her longer hair, and that’s Natalia. I used to call her Adrian. She never called me Rocky.
You thanked me for some reason, and I don’t know what for. I should be thanking you for giving me someone to come home to. You are definitely keeping me warm these cold November nights. Thank you.
I’ve now frozen Feel the Love at the face you made after your character’s first kiss. You couldn’t be acting. You have such an angelic look of wonder on your face. That had to be real.
Thank you for these “real” conversations.
Patrick
PS: Is freezing your face on my TV while I’m writing to you creepy? I hope not. If it is, please tell me.
15
L auren read Patrick’s e-mail and felt her cheeks warming.
Thinking she had an “angelic look of wonder” on her face, she took her laptop into the bathroom and looked at herself in the mirror. There’s something bright there, she thought. Whatever it is has faded my crow’s-feet. Happiness does wonders for crow’s-feet. I hereby resolve to be happy from now on. Crows, be gone!
She swept into her bedroom, shot her legs under the covers, and started to type.
Patrick:
No, it’s not creepy to “watch” me as you write to me. It’s flattering. I admit I did laugh at the idea, though. And trust me on that kiss—it wasn’t that great. We had to do five takes. The face you think is angelic is actually relieved that the scene is over. The boy couldn’t kiss. Not . . . one . . . bit. I may have been his first kiss for real.
I was thanking you because you are keeping me sane. You’re helping me make sense of things. You have an uncanny ability to wake me up and calm me down at the same time. That is a rare gift, and I like it. And it makes sense for you to watch Feel the Love. Thank you for choosing that one. You have good taste.
You think I have grace, but I really don’t. At . . . all. I have to work at it. You need to watch some of my blooper reels. I managed to trip over wires and cords, even though they were all clearly marked and taped down. I even tripped over things that weren’t there. I fell through doorways. I banged my shins on stairs. I walked into walls. I was a bruise by the time shooting was through. They used to joke that I needed a stunt double to walk across a room. Yeah, I was that clumsy. I’m not as clumsy now, because I’m getting older and move more slowly. And on my vacation, I intend to stay in bed, where I’m safe, warm, and cushioned.
I think I talk so much with my hands because if I do fall, they’ll be ready to break my fall. I’m glad you like my hand gestures. Believe it or not, I learned to use my hands from watching TV newspeople, especially the ones who did the weather. There weren’t any Italians in my neighborhood, so I had to improvise. Thank you for thinking I’m smooth and natural, though. It’s nice to hear compliments, even if the creepy Brooklyn man making them is freezing my face on his TV in the middle of a laugh, smile, or kiss. (Just kidding . . .)
I have a few choice things to say about Natalia, but I better not. Like you said, that was a long time ago, and life must go on.
Oh, what the heck. She didn’t deserve you. There, I’ve said my piece. And if I ever had to choose who to go not looking for a relationship with, it would be you.
That made no sense! Or did it?
Heart-to-heart time, and you must never reveal any of this to anyone, especially Entertainment Tonight.
I thought I was in love with Chazz. There, I wrote his stupid name. He was born Charles. He doesn’t even look like a Charles. And his middle name is Ransome. Some screwy family name. Charles Ransome Jackson. He once told me he was going to name his first son Ransome. I guess his sexual preferences are
You thanked me for some reason, and I don’t know what for. I should be thanking you for giving me someone to come home to. You are definitely keeping me warm these cold November nights. Thank you.
I’ve now frozen Feel the Love at the face you made after your character’s first kiss. You couldn’t be acting. You have such an angelic look of wonder on your face. That had to be real.
Thank you for these “real” conversations.
Patrick
PS: Is freezing your face on my TV while I’m writing to you creepy? I hope not. If it is, please tell me.
15
L auren read Patrick’s e-mail and felt her cheeks warming.
Thinking she had an “angelic look of wonder” on her face, she took her laptop into the bathroom and looked at herself in the mirror. There’s something bright there, she thought. Whatever it is has faded my crow’s-feet. Happiness does wonders for crow’s-feet. I hereby resolve to be happy from now on. Crows, be gone!
She swept into her bedroom, shot her legs under the covers, and started to type.
Patrick:
No, it’s not creepy to “watch” me as you write to me. It’s flattering. I admit I did laugh at the idea, though. And trust me on that kiss—it wasn’t that great. We had to do five takes. The face you think is angelic is actually relieved that the scene is over. The boy couldn’t kiss. Not . . . one . . . bit. I may have been his first kiss for real.
I was thanking you because you are keeping me sane. You’re helping me make sense of things. You have an uncanny ability to wake me up and calm me down at the same time. That is a rare gift, and I like it. And it makes sense for you to watch Feel the Love. Thank you for choosing that one. You have good taste.
You think I have grace, but I really don’t. At . . . all. I have to work at it. You need to watch some of my blooper reels. I managed to trip over wires and cords, even though they were all clearly marked and taped down. I even tripped over things that weren’t there. I fell through doorways. I banged my shins on stairs. I walked into walls. I was a bruise by the time shooting was through. They used to joke that I needed a stunt double to walk across a room. Yeah, I was that clumsy. I’m not as clumsy now, because I’m getting older and move more slowly. And on my vacation, I intend to stay in bed, where I’m safe, warm, and cushioned.
I think I talk so much with my hands because if I do fall, they’ll be ready to break my fall. I’m glad you like my hand gestures. Believe it or not, I learned to use my hands from watching TV newspeople, especially the ones who did the weather. There weren’t any Italians in my neighborhood, so I had to improvise. Thank you for thinking I’m smooth and natural, though. It’s nice to hear compliments, even if the creepy Brooklyn man making them is freezing my face on his TV in the middle of a laugh, smile, or kiss. (Just kidding . . .)
I have a few choice things to say about Natalia, but I better not. Like you said, that was a long time ago, and life must go on.
Oh, what the heck. She didn’t deserve you. There, I’ve said my piece. And if I ever had to choose who to go not looking for a relationship with, it would be you.
That made no sense! Or did it?
Heart-to-heart time, and you must never reveal any of this to anyone, especially Entertainment Tonight.
I thought I was in love with Chazz. There, I wrote his stupid name. He was born Charles. He doesn’t even look like a Charles. And his middle name is Ransome. Some screwy family name. Charles Ransome Jackson. He once told me he was going to name his first son Ransome. I guess his sexual preferences are
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