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She tosses him his jacket. We see a charming room with a couch, fireplace, books, and a dining table with a typewriter with a cover on it.
I'll see you tonight. Frank goes out the door. It closes. Kathleen tiptoes into the hall and looks through the fish-eye peephole watching as he goes down the stairs, disappearing from sight.
She walks into: INT. He's gone. She sits down at her computer. An expression of anticipation and guilty pleasure as she clicks the mouse.
And Kathleen smiles as her mail page comes up: INT. NY Brinkley Kathleen hits the "delete" key and the first three letters -- all of them junk-mail -- are deleted and drop offscreen.
Brinkley is a great catcher and was offered a tryout on the Mets farm team -- continued INT. The pillow has "Brinkley" embroidered on it.
Brinkley's master, JOE FOX, a great-looking guy, full of charm and irony, comes into the kitchen and pours himself some orange juice.
He's half-dressed. JOE cont'd -- but he chose to stay with me so that he could spend 18 hours a day sleeping on a large green pillow the size of an inner tube.
Don't you love New York in the fall? It makes me want to buy school supplies. I would send you a bouquet of newly-sharpened pencils if I knew your name and address.
On the other hand, this not knowing has its charms. She's carrying the morning papers. Good riddance.
Murray Chilton died. Which makes one less person I'm not speaking to -- she drains a cup of espresso as a second starts to come out of the machine Vince got a great review.
He'll be insufferable. JOE Can't I just give them money? That's the cause? Free Albanian writers? I'm for that. Patricia drains another cup of espresso, looks at him.
JOE All right, I'll go. You're late. She tears out of the kitchen and the door slams behind her. Hold on Joe, listening as he hears the elevator door open and close on the landing outside.
You've got mail. I like to start my notes to you as if we're already in the middle of a conversation. I pretend that we're the oldest and dearest friends -- as opposed to what we actually are, people who don't know each other's names and met in a Chat Room where we both claimed we'd never been before.
There's a certain amount of Good morning, etc. I turn on my computer, I wait impatiently as it boots up. And the camera now pans from Riverside uptown to: EXT.
I have mail. From you. Through a long lens we can see Joe, walking into blocks behind her. Mothers and fathers taking their kids to school, people on their way to work, dogs being walked.
School buses picking up kids, bakery trucks dropping off brown bags of bread in the doorframes of unopened restaurants. Kathleen stops at a newsstand, says good morning to the newsstand dealer, and picks up a New York Times.
Metal grates are pulled up to open flower shops, nail salons, the pharmacy, fish store, the Cuban Chinese Restaurant, Zabar's. Joe stops at the same newsstand.
She stops to buy flowers and Joe passes her, crosses to the Ease side of Columbus Avenue. Joe goes to a side entrance and enters. There are twinkle lights in the windows, framing large stuffed animals reading children's books: Madeleine, Good Night Moon, Where the Wild Things Are.
A teddy bear in a pinafore is reading The Stupids Step Out. It's a beautiful day. Isn't it the most beautiful day? Christina looks up at the sky as if seeing it for the first time.
Yeah, sure. Kathleen unlocks the shop and cranks the grate, which rises, making a horrible noise. Two cabs almost collide in front of the store, with a screech, and one cabdriver starts yelling obscenities at the other.
Kathleen unlocks the door to the store. Christina looks at her puzzled. She looks around, and we see a small but charming children's bookstore, with wooden shelves, a tiny area where kids can sit and read, some charming posters and a glass case full of first editions of the Oz books and Alice In Wonderland, etc.
Kathleen hangs up her coat in the back of the store and suddenly stops to daydream. A smile creeps onto her face.
Christina looks at her. Of course I am. I'm in love with Frank. I'm practically living with Frank. Do you think you could get our Christmas mailers out this week?
I have a paper due Friday. Now what's going on? A beat. I don't even know him. The minute you do, they lose all respect for you.
We just E-mail. But not really. Because it's nothing. How much we both love New York. We don't talk about anything personal. We made a rule about that.
I don't know his name, what he does or exactly where he lives, so it will be really easy to stop seeing him, because I'm not.
He could be She is in her seventies, has white hair, and is tiny, like a little sparrow. She is the store's oldest employee, having worked there for over forty years, and serves as a accountant as well as salesperson.
One Saturday night I was really depressed about not having a date, so I thought, no problemo, I'll go on line and I won't be lonely, but I couldn't get on, there were hundreds of thousands of people who didn't have dates trying to get on.
We hear the sound of the garbage truck. Kathleen goes out the front door to: EXT. And you're late today -- I could have gotten another.
You think I go up and down the street picking up garbage, I'm not going to pick up yours? What's the matter with you?
Kathleen is standing there, tongue-tied. You're just another garbage pick-up to us, okay? As Kathleen continues to stand there, speechless.
Christina is ringing up a sale. Another customer enters the store. The bell jingles. Wires hanging everywhere.
His truck hit a deer last night, he won't be in 'til tomorrow. The shelves are late because the shipment of pine had beetles. And there's some question about whether we're installing the stairs in the right spot -- JOE That sounds great.
JOE Is the electrician here? JOE I hear nothing. Not a sound on the city streets, just the beat of my own heart. I think that's the way it goes. Something like that.
JOE Engaged? Are you crazy? Patricia's amazing. Patricia makes coffee nervous. JOE I guess we should announce ourselves soon. Tell people we're coming.
But we'll seduce them with our square footage and our deep armchairs and our amazingly swift checkout lines and our discounts and our JOE They hate us in the beginning, but we get them in the end.
The office has been recently redecorated; everything is new and a little overdone. On the wall we see the Foxbooks logo.
JOE Kevin and I are both a little concerned about the neighborhood response -- suddenly notices the garish couch What is this fabric?
Does it have a name? Its name is money. JOE Gillian selected it. JOE Oh, great, congratulations, Dad. Why does anyone get married?
JOE Love. It would be nice for him if his parents were married. I can't even remember her mother's name. City Books on 23rd Street is going under Nelson, Shuyler, and Joe high-five each other.
JOE Whatever it costs, it won't be as much as this exquisite mohair episode. They're called readers. JOE One mystery store. Sleuth, on 86th and Amsterdam.
And a children's bookstore. The Shop Around the Corner. Been there forever. JOE Who's that? I think we might have had a date once.
Or maybe we just exchange letters. JOE You wrote her letters? It was called mail. JOE Wait. I've heard of it. It was a means of communication before I was born.
She was too young for me, but she was Her daughter owns it now. JOE V. My father is getting married again. For five years he's been living with a woman who studied decorating at Caesar's Palace.
Once I read a story about a butterfly in the subway, and today I saw one. I couldn't believe it. It got on at 42nd -- continued The train comes to a stop.
The butterfly flies out. As almost all hats are. The air is absolutely amazing. As Joe comes around the corner and sees the dust filling the air.
It is amazing. He can't stand it. Darcy are not going to get together -- but the truth is whenever I think about my favorite book I always think about the books I read as a child -- INT.
Did you ever read Homer Price? My all- time favorite children's book. Have you been to Krispy Kreme?
We can hear the sounds of Starbucks: "Short decaf cap," "Tall mocha latte. She doesn't really pay attention to the sign painter. We see two police cars barreling up 75th Street, followed by a television news truck.
There are more police cars and a horde of television reporters with microphones, etc. George emerges from the building as a newscaster broadcasts.
Your name, please? I didn't go out. At that moment, George sees a young woman. He is struck dumb. Did you encounter anyone by that description in the building?
George hasn't heard a word. George doesn't answer. George continues to stare at the beautiful woman. As he does, she notices him.
She stares back. The reporter, ignored, finally turns away. He continues to stand there, dumbstruck for a moment. Meredith Carter starts to walk away.
He sees it. George walks in and goes to the back to hang up his coat. Christina is unpacking boxes. Birdie is at the desk. George looks at Christina meaningfully.
I had one. I never believed in them, but I just had one. A thunderbolt. Only I had it in Seville, where it was called , el estruendo de amor.
I may never see her again. She'll turn out to have pictures of the Virgin Mary all over the walls. Kathleen sticks her head into the back.
I believe in this, I completely believe in this. It happened to Madame Bovary, at least six times. She was standing outside my building with the police and the reporters.
They found her on the roof. That's so sad. But you fell in love. That's so great. One other thing. A Foxbooks Superstore. It's big, impersonal, overstocked and full of ignorant salespeople.
We do. George and Christina nod. You know how in the flower district, there are all these flower shops in a row so you can find whatever you want.
Well, this is going to be the book district. If you don't have it, we do. Frank is standing there, plugging in an Olympia Report deluxe Electric typewriter.
Thank you. That is so sweet. They hug. Just listen-- He strikes a key. Practically swoons. As in gunshot. He puts his ear to the typewriter.
Kathleen listens too. I know. She whips a cover off the other typewriter on the table. It's the same machine exactly.
So what? I'll try. I probably can't. I see one and my knees go weak. Anyway, what were you starting to say?
I was just wondering about my work and all. I mean, what is it I do exactly? Kathleen looks puzzled. He sticks a piece of paper in the typewriter, starts typing.
FRANK You are a lone reed waving in the breeze standing strong and tall in the corrupt sands of commerce.
He whips the piece of paper out of the typewriter and hands it to her. Clutching her piece of paper, she wanders into the bathroom.
Kathleen walks past her computer, looks at it. Then she goes over to the window, looks out at her street at dusk.
She looks at it, then looks up, lost in thought. We hear the sound of the computer keys. Sometimes I wonder about my life. I lead a small life.
Well, not small, but circumscribed. And sometimes I wonder, do I do it because I like it, or because I haven't been brave? So much of what I see reminds me of something I read in a book, when shouldn't it be the other way around?
In the other room, we hear Frank typing. Kathleen goes to the computer, turns it on. I just want to send this cosmic question out into the void.
So goodnight, dear void. Kathleen is standing at the front counter with Christina, getting drinks. They ship it to you in a day.
Maybe we should get a website. As they walk toward the back of the cafe, Kathleen notices a stack of loose-leaf binders on the table.
We're a fixture in the neighborhood. We're practically a landmark. Christina flips the book open to her application.
They don't. On top of which, who are they? They could like the symphony. What are you supposed to do there?
You're supposed to sit. Big fat legs like stumps. I hate that too. It's died. While you just float up and down trying not to get nauseous. And when you finally get back, you have to clean up the boat.
There're all these people who wouldn't be caught dead polishing a doorknob in their house but put them on a boat and they want to rub down everything in sight.
He is polishing his brass and whistling. JOE Hello. JOE Hello, Gillian. I'm going to be your wicked stepmother.
Joe gives her a peck on the cheek. JOE Who is this? I brought her in case you couldn't handle the kids.
JOE I'm sorry to hear that. Never marry a man who lies. JOE That is so wise. Remember that, Annabel. MATT Fox. JOE Excellent, Matt. You can have the day off.
I'll take over from here. Volunteer work at the Henry Street Settlement. Packing bandages for Bosnian refugees. A course in Chinese literature at Columbia.
I'm having my eggs harvested. Annabel and Matt have been to the makeup booth. Annabel is a cat and Matt is a pirate. Annabel is carrying a goldfish in a baggie as they walk toward Broadway.
There's some sort of toy miniature princess in a pointed hat sitting outside the store and a sign lit with twinkle lights: Storybook Lady today Kathleen is showing Annabel a copy of a book called Betsy-Tacy.
In another section of the store: George is showing Joe a first edition of Swiss Family Robinson from the glass case. Joe smiles and turns to see Kathleen and Annabel at a whole shelf of Betsy-Tacy books.
JOE It's true. Annabel is my aunt. Aren't you, Aunt Annabel? Annabel nods solemnly. MATT No. Annabel and Matt start giggling.
MATT shouting with glee I'm his brother. JOE Annabel is my grandfather's daughter. And Matt is my father's son. We are an American family. He smiles at Kathleen, who finds herself smiling back.
Annabel suddenly sneezes. Kathleen takes a handkerchief from her sleeve. It's an old fashioned hankie that's embroidered. She offers it to Annabel, who instead wipes her nose with her hand and then looks at the handkerchief, a little puzzled.
Oh my, do children not even know what handkerchiefs are? A handkerchief is a Kleenex you don't throw away.
My mother embroidered it for me -- you see? My initials and a daisy, because daisies are my favorite flower.
They don't know what a telephone booth is? Joe is looking at Kathleen. JOE Who are you? I own this store. Are you are? JOE Joe. Just call me Joe.
He gets the one Matt is reading. And the two other Kathleen has gotten for Annabel. As Annabel gets older the characters in the books do, too.
JOE Of course. Our customers are loyal. My Daddy -- JOE gently putting his hand over her mouth -- likes to buy at discount. You can spell fox.
Can you spell dog? JOE Matt, look at this dinosaur book. Wouldn't you like a dinosaur book? Annabel, maybe you could read this to Matt while I wrap things up here.
Returns to counter and gives Kathleen some cash. JOE And the dinosaur book too. I've been in business forever. I started helping my mother here after school when I was six years old.
I used to watch her, and it wasn't that she was selling books, it was that she was helping people become whoever they were going to turn out to be.
When you read a book as a child it becomes part of your identity in a way that no other reading in your life does. JOE You have, and you've made me feel He can't finish the sentence.
He looks at her and sees, behind her on the shelf, a picture of a woman who is unmistakably Kathleen's mother, with a young Kathleen.
JOE cont'd Enchanting, your mother was enchanting. How did you know that? Sound Of A Peacock. Mozart Piano Concerto Icy Synth Loop 98 bpm.
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Roger Ebert of the Chicago Sun-Times gave the film three-out-of-four stars and lauded the "immensely lovable" main characters.
Ryan plays her role blithely and credibly this time, with an air of freshness, a minimum of cute fidgeting and a lot of fond chemistry with Mr.
And he continues to amaze. Once again, he fully inhabits a new role without any obvious actorly behavior, to the point where comparisons to James Stewart Conversely, Nathan Rabin of The A.
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Its force-fed diet of whimsy cloyed long before the eagerly anticipated romantic payoff arrived to put me out of my misery.
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Christina flips the book open to her application. They don't. On top of which, who are they? They could like the symphony. What are you supposed to do there?
You're supposed to sit. Big fat legs like stumps. I hate that too. It's died. While you just float up and down trying not to get nauseous. And when you finally get back, you have to clean up the boat.
There're all these people who wouldn't be caught dead polishing a doorknob in their house but put them on a boat and they want to rub down everything in sight.
He is polishing his brass and whistling. JOE Hello. JOE Hello, Gillian. I'm going to be your wicked stepmother. Joe gives her a peck on the cheek.
JOE Who is this? I brought her in case you couldn't handle the kids. JOE I'm sorry to hear that. Never marry a man who lies.
JOE That is so wise. Remember that, Annabel. MATT Fox. JOE Excellent, Matt. You can have the day off.
I'll take over from here. Volunteer work at the Henry Street Settlement. Packing bandages for Bosnian refugees. A course in Chinese literature at Columbia.
I'm having my eggs harvested. Annabel and Matt have been to the makeup booth. Annabel is a cat and Matt is a pirate.
Annabel is carrying a goldfish in a baggie as they walk toward Broadway. There's some sort of toy miniature princess in a pointed hat sitting outside the store and a sign lit with twinkle lights: Storybook Lady today Kathleen is showing Annabel a copy of a book called Betsy-Tacy.
In another section of the store: George is showing Joe a first edition of Swiss Family Robinson from the glass case. Joe smiles and turns to see Kathleen and Annabel at a whole shelf of Betsy-Tacy books.
JOE It's true. Annabel is my aunt. Aren't you, Aunt Annabel? Annabel nods solemnly. MATT No. Annabel and Matt start giggling.
MATT shouting with glee I'm his brother. JOE Annabel is my grandfather's daughter. And Matt is my father's son. We are an American family.
He smiles at Kathleen, who finds herself smiling back. Annabel suddenly sneezes. Kathleen takes a handkerchief from her sleeve.
It's an old fashioned hankie that's embroidered. She offers it to Annabel, who instead wipes her nose with her hand and then looks at the handkerchief, a little puzzled.
Oh my, do children not even know what handkerchiefs are? A handkerchief is a Kleenex you don't throw away. My mother embroidered it for me -- you see?
My initials and a daisy, because daisies are my favorite flower. They don't know what a telephone booth is? Joe is looking at Kathleen. JOE Who are you?
I own this store. Are you are? JOE Joe. Just call me Joe. He gets the one Matt is reading. And the two other Kathleen has gotten for Annabel.
As Annabel gets older the characters in the books do, too. JOE Of course. Our customers are loyal. My Daddy -- JOE gently putting his hand over her mouth -- likes to buy at discount.
You can spell fox. Can you spell dog? JOE Matt, look at this dinosaur book. Wouldn't you like a dinosaur book?
Annabel, maybe you could read this to Matt while I wrap things up here. Returns to counter and gives Kathleen some cash.
JOE And the dinosaur book too. I've been in business forever. I started helping my mother here after school when I was six years old.
I used to watch her, and it wasn't that she was selling books, it was that she was helping people become whoever they were going to turn out to be.
When you read a book as a child it becomes part of your identity in a way that no other reading in your life does.
JOE You have, and you've made me feel He can't finish the sentence. He looks at her and sees, behind her on the shelf, a picture of a woman who is unmistakably Kathleen's mother, with a young Kathleen.
JOE cont'd Enchanting, your mother was enchanting. How did you know that? JOE Lucky guess. She left the store to me, and I'm going to leave it to my daughter.
JOE How old is your daughter now? But eventually. She smiles at Joe JOE We ready? Annabel and Matt join him at the counter.
Kathleen gives them each a lollipop. Bye, Matt. What about cat? Can you spell cat? In the audience are sales reps, wholesalers, etc.
There's a screen behind her with pictures of the authors being flashed on it as she speaks. The legendary Veronica Grant has written her memoirs -- There's a burst of applause as a photograph of Veronica Grant flashes on screen.
PATRICIA cont'd -- her third husband beat her up, hip replacement, and an amazing face lift where all the injected fat fell to her chin.
And even if it weren't, it would sell like crazy, because Veronica is going to plug it to death on every talk show in America.
This book Patricia bursts into tears. I can't talk about it without crying. Veronica and I have so much in common -- well, not all the sad parts -- but we were both famous by the time we were 29 and, believe me, that's rough.
Veronica lives in my building and we met in the elevator. By the time we had traveled from the eighth floor to the first, we had a deal. First printing: one million copies.
Everyone applauds enthusiastically. She is the soul of graciousness. Her assistant, Sarah, comes up. So you should leave soon Of course I need a car.
She walks toward the exit. She spots one across the street. She whistles -- a longshoreman's whistle. The cab makes a U-turn, but instead of stopping for Patricia it stops about twenty feet ahead for a MAN in an overcoat who gets into it.
This is my taxicab. I am telling you right now, and I am memorizing your number, don't take him. I'll drop you. Patricia is dialing her cell phone.
She's elaborately ignoring the man who stole her cab. Call me. She hangs up, folds up the phone, puts it back in her purse as the cab moves on.
I'm sorry. Every Friday night, we have a joyous time, everyone dancing, everyone singing. Also some wisdom. Perhaps you have heard of us, we are known as The Singles Temple.
He smiles at her. The cab stops. Very nice to meet you. He gets out. Closes the door. Frank walks in, looks meaningfully at her. I actually saw him. I saw William Spungeon.
The most brilliant and reclusive novelist in the history of the world is here, in this neighborhood.
He may be living on this very block. The door between the cars opens and a man playing the clarinet enters the car. No one looks up except Frank.
How'd you know it was him? He looked exactly the same as his high school yearbook picture, which happens to be the last photograph ever taken of him.
Frank takes out his billfold on the subway, pulls out a piece of paper. Frank compares the photo of Spungeon with the person sitting across the way.
They don't look remotely alike except that the boy in the picture and the man on the subway are both wearing the same style glasses.
The subway stops at 79th Street, and William Spungeon gets off. Frank follows. Frank sees Spungeon cross 79th. He follows. Spungeon drops his newspaper in a garbage container.
He dropped his crossword into the garbage and I rescued it. Frank plucks the puzzle from the trashcan, follows Spungeon. We see Frank, peeking out at him from behind a stack of running pants.
Suddenly he's distracted by a couple of joggers. William Spungeon and tube socks. I don't want to dwell on it. Frank looks back at the counter.
Spungeon's gone. And then I lost him. He takes an empty instant-frame from the closet, puts the puzzle into it and sets it next to the typewriters.
FRANK What I was thinking as I was trailing him was that eventually I would have the courage to say hello to him, you know, not in a horrible, intrusive or slavering fan-slash-acolyte kind of way, but more like, "Hi.
The store is fine. It just flew out of my mouth. The elevator opens onto: INT. A mix of book people, journalists and various other media folk.
You know Kathleen Kelly. William Spungeon. They start chatting. Across the room, Joe is with Patricia, who is telling two other people the story of meeting the rabbi in the taxicab.
Joe looks over and sees Kathleen. He suddenly looks stricken. Shifts his position so Kathleen can't see his face, but sneaks a look.
I'm all out. They all laugh. Joe moves over to the bar. JOE Absolut on the rocks. As he is waiting, Kathleen comes up next to him. JOE Hi. JOE Of course I remember you.
JOE Good. She's good. I have a very thirsty date. She's part camel. Kathleen laughs. It's Joe, isn't it? JOE And you're Kathleen. Joe vanishes into the party.
As in -- She can't even finish the sentence. Your last name is Fox? Joe spins around, looks at her. I didn't know who you -- she trails off JOE -- were with.
JOE It's from the Godfather. When the movie producer realizes that Tom Hagen is the emissary of Vito Corleone -- continued Kathleen is staring at him.
You probably rented those children. JOE Why would I spy on you? Which you know perfectly well or you would not have put up that sign saying "Just around the Corner.
There is no other way to say it. It's not the name of our store, it's where it is. You don't own "around the corner. JOE Twinkle lights?
I use them in my window and on all my displays, as if you didn't notice. I like to buy them a present when I see them because I'm one of those guys who likes to buy his way into the hearts of children who are his relatives.
There was only one place to buy children's books in the neighborhood -- although that will not always be the case, and it was yours, and it is a charming little bookstore.
JOE I'm in the book business. Me a spy. And I managed to get my hands on a secret printout of the sales figures of a bookstore so inconsequential and yet full of its own virtue that I was instantly compelled to rush over and check it out for fear it would drive me out of business -- Kathleen stares at him.
She's speechless. JOE cont'd What? Kathleen shakes her head. Frank turns up. Inventor of the Superstore, enemy of the mid-list novel, destroyer of City Books -- tell me something: How do you sleep at night?
Patricia joins them. Don't take the whole thing, just half, and you will wake up without even that tiniest hangover. You're Frank Navasky, aren't you?
I'm Patricia Eden, Eden Books. God, I'm flattered. You know you write these things and you think someone's going to mention them and then the whole week goes by and the phone doesn't ring, and you think Oh, God, I'm a fraud, a failure -- PATRICIA You know what's always fascinated me about Julius and Ethel Rosenberg is how old they looked when they were really just our age.
Everyone is stopped dead by this observation and looks at Patricia, who smiles at them all. We will talk. Have you ever thought about doing a book?
Something really relevant for today like the Luddite movement in 19th century England. She's a very nice person. Kathleen doesn't respond.
Frank turns out the light. FRANK She's hopelessly driven by money and power, but there's a hope for anyone who's that familiar with my work -- On Kathleen, as she turns away from Frank and lies there, eyes open.
Brinkley is already on the bed. Joe doesn't respond. Patricia turns out the light. Joe gets up. Brinkley follows. JOE I'm not really tired.
Brinkley on the floor next to him. And cut between Joe and his computer screen. Do you ever feel you become the worst version of yourself?
That a Pandora's Box of all the secret hateful parts -- your arrogance, your spite, your condescension -- has sprung open.
Someone provokes you, and instead of just smiling and moving on, you zing them. Hello, it's Mr. I'm sure you have no idea what I'm talking about.
I know what you mean and I'm completely jealous. What happens to me when I'm provoked is that I get tongue-tied. My mind goes blank. Then I spend all night tossing and turning trying to think of what I should have said.
Wouldn't it be wonderful if I could pass all my zingers to you and then I would never behave badly and you could behave badly all the time and we'd both be happy?
On the other hand, I must warn you that when you finally have the pleasure of saying the thing you mean to say at the moment you mean to say it, remorse inevitably follows.
Do you think we should meet? She's frozen. She sits staring at the letter. She has no idea what to do. The pharmacy. The optician.
The cosmetics supply store. The video store. And now, finally, we see the new grate on the new Foxbooks Superstore start to open upwards. This is the finest grate on Broadway, no question of it.
It's electric and almost soundless. People on the street notice the store. One walks in Gleaning staircase, a cafe, comfortable chairs to sit, a bank of cashiers, everyone decked out in gray alligator shirts with a fox where the alligator should be, a rope for the checkout line, and seven cash registers with seven cashiers.
Of course, books, books, books, as far as the eye can see. Joe with his father Nelson, his grandfather Schuyler, and Kevin, the store manager.
JOE No pickets, no demonstrations. They're wondering how they ever did without it. They admire their own store, walk through the downstairs and start up the staircase to the second floor.
JOE It's early yet. School isn't out. And as they walk on upstairs, several mothers with children come up the stairs behind them.
Joe is at the newsstand. She turns and pretends to be staring at a wall until he finishes buying his paper and walks on.
I don't think it's a good idea for us to meet He pretends he didn't see her. There's a lot going on in the day-to-dayness of my life and there's something magical Birdie is using a calculator to total them.
Christina is shelving books. There are Thanksgiving decorations -- cardboard turkeys and pilgrims, books on colonists like Myles Standish.
They look at each other. It's a novelty. But it will all shake out. Do you think I should put up more twinkle lights? I'll never find another part time job and I won't be able to pay the rent and I'll have to move to Brooklyn.
You've told us a million times. I can't believe you're bringing it up at a time like this. It's like bragging because you're tall.
Birdie never brags about her rent and she pays even less than you. I just rattle around from one to the other.
We are not going to fold. The door opens, and Meredith Carter, the woman George had swooned over in front of his building, walks in.
George stares, frozen in place, as she walks up to him. I'd like to ask you a few questions. Kathleen suddenly sees George, following Meredith out of the store.
He's in a complete daze. Where are you going? He goes out the door. We're so excited about your new book. When should we schedule your signing? Are you going to be in business in January?
I'm so worried. Well, you know you can count on me. For anything, support, rallies. Picket lines. We can get the Times to write something.
This is just the sort of thing that would outrage him. She smiles brightly. Pappas, I'm investigating the murder of the woman found on the roof of your building.
Do you live alone there? Yes I do. Do you live alone? George takes her hand in his and looks at it as if it were the eighth wonder of the world.
He starts stroking it, caressing it Meredith pulls it away. Then she gives it right back to him. He continues stroking.
They stare at each other. He puts her fingers into his mouth. I have no idea. She utters a little moan. She throws herself into his arms.
No one will look at her. Kathleen, pushing a shopping cart, is trying to wedge her way through the crowd in the cheese department.
As she reaches across three people to grab some Brie, she sees Joe walk into the store. Quickly, she turns her back so he can't see her.
She stands there frozen. A beat Peeks around, doesn't see him anywhere. Cranes her neck this way and that. No Joe. At that moment, Joe comes from the Appetizing Department and gets on the line she was heading for.
Panicked, Kathleen retreats onto another line and stands with her back to him. Is that okay? Joe turns to see what's going on. JOE Oh, hello.
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