day.
Six days, six times three is eighteen!
Well, twenty.
Twenty or so...
Nobody there.
Chris... do you know why
I came back early?
Every day, every hour
you sent me something new.
I could not stand it. I had to see you.
It was just letters...
Twenty or so.
- Think of what you wrote.
- I am trying.
- Wait... I want to know the real you.
- No!
The one I spoke to at the window.
This is the real me, good old Chris.
I like hanging out,
lifting weights; I am into my body.
You do not have to do that with me.
I know you and love you
from your letters.
Is it not enough I am cute?
Do you not see,
it would not matter if you were ugly.
No!
- Teach me what you know.
- I can play the guitar a little.
- We could travel.
- No, I hate pasta.
- I want to go to concerts with you.
- We could... boogie, or what?
- We can just talk, Chris.
- Talk?
Roxanne, I...
...am feeling a little...
I am not feeling well, I have to go.
So? Are you coming or not?
Yes.
- Will you tell her?
- I cannot.
Chris, you have to tell her,
it is not nice.
Do you have any paper?
I could write her.
I have experience at that.
I have some in my glove compartment.
I will get it.
Roxanne called. She sounded really weird,
she wants you to come over right away.
- Jerry, it is a re-match.
- He owes me 50 bucks.
Come in.
- What is it?
- Read this.
"Dear Roxanne. I have met someone else,
and she is real cute, too.
I hope I have not hurt you,
but I probably did.
It was really nice knowing you, and
now I am going to be a dealer in Tahoe.
Yours truly...
...t- r-u-l-e-y, Chris".
Then I found this along with it
under the door.
Read it... read it out loud.
"All day long I think,
'Where is she, what is she doing now?"
Occasionally, I see you on the street
and I feel the nerves in my stomach...
...a wave crashing over me".
- It is so him.
- Go on.
"I remember everything about you;...
...every move no matter
how insignificant it may seem.
July 11, 2:30 in the afternoon.
You changed your hair...
not that much, but I noticed.
It was as though
I had looked at the sun too long.
I could close my eyes
and see it again and again.
The way your hair moved, your walk,
your dress, everywhere I looked".
It is nice, is it not?
It has a... I feel...
- Finish it.
- I did, it just runs out.
You have to turn it over.
"C.D. Wrote this. Call me.
Dixie".
I went through all of the other letters.
They are all in the same hand.
It was your voice under the balcony.
Chris did not write the letters, you did.
Yes.
All this time right there in front of me,
and I could not even see you.
You bastard!
How could you trick me like that?
I tried to make you feel good.
- You played with me.
- You should have guessed it.
- So, it is my fault?
- The signatures do not match the letters.
You do not check that in a love letter.
Because you wanted to believe it.
All the romance wrapped up
in a cute nose and a cute arse.
You even got me in bed!
- Yes, on your first date!
- Only because you seduced me.
You went to bed with him too fast.
One frilly word and you are horizontal.
I do not think
I went to bed with him.
Somebody was up there,
it sure was not me.
Then who?
Chris could not have seduced me.
- That is just what I told Dixie.
- You told Dixie?
I just mentioned it, I did not mean to...
You son of a bitch! You bastard!
How could you lie?
I tried to tell you
how I felt about you.
It was a lousy way of telling me!
Just get out!
Wait a second, I am out. Get in!
- No, get out!
- Get in!
- Get off this porch.
- Fine.
Do not try throwing my hat at me.
Guess what the rest of the letter said?
It said, "P.S. I was only kidding".
- Ten more seconds and I am leaving.
- What did you say?
Ten more seconds and I am leaving.
- What did you think I said?
- Earn more sessions by sleeving.
- What the hell does that mean?
- I do not know, that is why I came out.
Ten...
Nine...
Eight...