Yeah, sure. They've been trying to interview me for years. Well, not small, but circumscribed.
It's not personal it's business. JOE a total panic You go look. Holy shit.
Oh my, do children not even know what handkerchiefs are? Are you a writer and I don't know it?
Save the Shop Around the Corner and you will save your own soul. William Spungeon is standing there.
No answer. Frank plucks the puzzle from the trashcan, follows Spungeon. Free Albanian writers?
Kathleen, 30, is as pretty and fresh as a spring day. Quickly, she turns her back so he can't see her. No Joe. She's carrying the morning papers.
Annabel and Matt have been to the makeup booth. The store is more crowded than we've seen it. As in gunshot. It's an old freee hankie that's embroidered.
Spungeon's gone. JOE cont'd Enchanting, your mother was enchanting. He could be I'm sorry.
Pappas, I'm investigating the chatlnie of the woman found on the roof of your building. Her bedroom cozy, has a queen-sized bed and a desk with a computer on it. Discussing this tonight is a man I happen to think of as one of this city's most underappreciated assets, Frank Navasky. JOE Can you see her?
Kathleen doesn't respond. Kathleen hangs up her coat in the back of the store and suddenly stops to daydream. She utters a little moan.
We see the leftovers on a sideboard near a round table in Kathleen's living room. He pulls it out.
Not a sound on the city streets, just the beat of my own heart. And ren's bookstore.
Don't you love New York in the fall? This means that it's just a matter of few seconds that you would be inside the Chat Room and chatting with a lot of people in private messages or in public lobby. JOE Whatever it costs, it won't be as much as this exquisite mohair episode.
I didn't know who you -- she trails off JOE -- were with. She's elaborately ignoring the man who stole her cab. Christina is ringing up a sale. I'm just ruining a good thing. George continues to stare at the beautiful chatlin. Are you crazy? Yes I do.
She hangs up, folds up the phone, puts it back in her purse as the cab moves on. That enormous bookstore is obscene. She stands there frozen. It was a means of communication before I was born. fixes
George walks in and goes to the back to hang up his coat. You're supposed to sit. As she reaches across three people to grab some Brie, she sees Joe walk into the store. Nelson is holding a copy of a weekly newspaper, which has the old high-school yearbook picture of William Spungeon on the front and a headline: William Spungeon Emerges from Hiding to Support Bookstore.
So goodnight, dear void. Isn't it the most beautiful day? A mix of book people, journalists and various other media folk.
Her mother skates up and takes her hand. At that moment, Joe comes from the Appetizing Department and gets on the line she was heading for. My business is in trouble.
