like that.
That's very good.
That's all I remember.
I've read this before.
I am just rereading it.
I don't reread books that often...
but this one's my favorite.
I like it better than Capricorn or Plexus...
or Sexus.
He used to kiss himself
after he ate a good meal.
It's mostly...
Let me ask you. Does that cashier
seem a little weird to you?
He keeps making
these strange movements.
God!
I think he's just waiting to be discovered.
Do you want another coffee?
No. I'm gonna head over
to my friend's house.
- Which way you headed?
- Downtown, SoHo.
Nice. A loft?
Yeah. She's a sculptress.
Lately, she's been making these
plaster-of-Paris bagels and cream cheese.
Really?
She's trying to sell them as paperweights.
You wanna buy one?
Paperweight?
- Yeah, I would. How much are they?
- I don't know.
If you think you might be interested,
her number's 243-3460.
243-3460.
- Her name is Kiki Bridges.
- Kiki Bridges. Okay.
- Nice talking to you.
- Yeah. Great talking to you.
Excuse me. Can I borrow your pen?
Thank you.
- Yeah?
- Yes. Is Kiki Bridges there, please?
- This is her.
- Hi.
You don't know me. I'm calling because
I'm interested in your paperweights.
- Yeah.
- You're the sculptress, right?
A girl I met tonight at a coffee shop
told me that she was staying with you...
You mean Marcy.
- I don't know. She didn't tell me her name.
- Hold on. I'll get her.
She told me about these paperweights
and the work that you do.
Hello?
- Hello? Marcy?
- Yeah?
Hi. This is Paul Hackett.
We met earlier tonight.
Hi. Sure, I remember.
- How are you?
- I'm all right.
I just got in...
and I opened up my book
and saw your number...
Good.
I'm glad you called.
So...
So, do you work near that coffee shop
or live in the neighborhood?
No, I was just over
at a good friend of mine's.
Actually, we had a terrible argument.
- That's too bad.
- Yeah, it is.
Whatever it was,
I'm sure you'll straighten it out.
You think so?
Do you think I should try to make up?
I don't know. Maybe you're better off.
I don't know what the circumstances
were, but sometimes...
You know, I don't...
I mean it's not my business.
- Maybe you should come over.
- What?
- Maybe you should come on over.
- Sure. Now?
Yeah. Why not?
Where to?
I'm at 28 Howard Street.
Near the corner of Crosby.
It's in SoHo.
- The name on the buzzer is Franklin.
- Not Bridges?
Bridges is crossed out.
Just press the buzzer.
Okay. About 45 minutes?
- Yeah, great. I'll see you later.
- All right.
- Paul?
- Yes.
- I'm really glad you called.
- Me, too.
Okay, I'll see you later.
- Bye.
- Bye.
- I've only got a $20. Can you break it?
- Yeah, sure. No problem.
No hurry.
Excuse me, I just... Damn! My God!
Excuse me.
My money flew out the window.
Okay, that'll be $6.50.
Listen, my money
just flew out the window.
I put it in this cradle.
You went so fast around that corner
that I don't have any...
What I'm saying is, I don't have
any money. I'm really sorry.
Look, let me show you something.
Look, that was...
I had $20, and now I don't have any more.
I'm really sorry.
Franklin.
- Are you Paul?
- Yeah.
Here, catch.
Hi.
- Your keys.
- You can just put them on the table.
- I like that.
- Do you?
Yeah. Very much.
It reminds me of that
Edvard Munch painting.
Was it The Shriek?
- The Scream.
- Right.
Yeah.
Sort of like a three-dimensional version
of that painting.
Is Marcy here?
She had to go out
to the all-night drugstore.
- Is she all right?
- It's under control.
This place is huge.
Do you share it with anyone?
Would you like to work on this for a while?
- I could use a break.
- What?
It's not hard.
What are you talking about? This is yours.
- How would I know what you want?