Act 3, Scene 5
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At the end of every journey everyone always asks What was your favorite thing? What do you miss the most now that youre home? "Traveling is the ruin
of all happiness! Theres no looking at a building here after seeing
Italy." Well, thats one thing
for sure. "The gentle reader will
never, never know what a consummate ass he can become until he goes abroad." |
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I got all my friends together for a welcome home party and telling of the tale so Id only have to tell it once instead of answering the same damn questions every time I ran into people. I read aloud the Readers Digested version of what youve read thus far. Most folks didnt have the patience to sit through even the extremely abbreviated version so I ended up having to skip the very details that made it a story worth telling. Of course everyone still had to ask the same damn questions afterward. But I did get to polish off two bottles of Italian wine Id brought back with me. Heather was running around
Greece, France and Switzerland for another week while I was home. I picked
my life up again, trying to figure out what to do about the car Id
left in the shop and all the other unresolved issues Id left behind. |
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A couple days went by and we finally got together. She told me her tales,
fun stories that only made me moderately jealous of her time there without
me. I had written down the portion of the Amsterdam trip and she read
it wide-eyed. We both got a laugh out of it. When school started back we
took an art history class together. It was wonderful. We sat next to each
other and snacked and passed notes and made fun of people just like in
the art history class in Italia. A couple weeks went by and I was sure
the art school in San Fran hadnt accepted her for the winter semester
since she hadnt heard anything yet. |
Buddy Holly performed Everyday,
by Charles Hardin and Norman Petty, in a minimalist, music-box fashion
and its perfect for how I felt: Everyday, it's a getting closer, Going faster than a roller coaster, Love like yours will surely come my way, (hey, hey, hey) Everyday, it's a getting faster, Everyone says go ahead and ask her, Love like yours will surely come my way, (hey, hey, hey) Everyday seems a little longer, Every way, love's a little stronger, Come what may, do you ever long for? True love from me? Everyday, it's a getting closer, Going faster than a roller coaster, Love like yours will surely come my way, (hey, hey, hey) Everyday, it's a getting faster, Everyone says go ahead and ask her, Love like yours will surely come my way, (hey, hey, hey) Everyday seems a little longer, Every way, love's a little stronger, Come what may, do you ever long for? True love from me? Everyday, it's a getting closer, Going faster than a roller coaster, Love like yours will surely come my way, (hey, hey, hey) Love like yours will surely come my way. |
"But I had voluntarily stripped
myself of all those balancing instincts by which even the worst of us
continues to walk with some degree of steadiness among temptations; and
in my case, to be tempted, however slightly, was to fall." I wrote her a letter. I
wanted it to say just the right things in just the right way and I knew my
mouth would fail me. I gave her the letter
and watched impatiently while she read. It spoke of how interested I was
in her and how Id like to be there with her in San Francisco. |
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