Love Letters

My darling,

remembering as I sit here, those last days

before we met in Los Angeles,

they now seem very significant.

For though they consisted only in waiting,

I knew as I waited my life was about to change.

And even though I've returned home now,

in all likelihood never see you again,

it is true that I am a new and better person,

for with you I've known the fullest love possible.

It feels like a long time ago.

Six months.

It's not so long, really.

All this began then,

just as it ended now,

with Momma.

Momma?

Anna, come in.

Why are you sitting with the lights off for?

Waiting for you.

Listening for you.

What's this?

What do you think?

Gardenias, my favorite.

It's not even the season.

Smell?

Did you listen to my show today?

Don't I always?

Anna, you're the only thing in my life that's really...

turned out.

That I can really be proud of.

I want you to know that.

Please don't, Momma.

You won't make the same kind of mistakes that I did.

So much smarter than I ever was.

I have...

something...

important...

for you.

You've never seen this before.

I've had it for a long, long time.

Who gave it to you?

Not Daddy.

It doesn’t fit anymore.

I never really could wear it anyway.

I want you to have it now.

I'll keep it for you.

Till you get better.

All right.

I love you.

Just go ahead the way you've been going.

I know you'll be fine.

Hi, Daddy.

Hi.

Well,

how're we feeling today?

Oh, about the same.

How's work?

It's okay.

New owners are nice.

Looks like they're gonna keep me on.

Koreans. (chuckling)

I have to go.

So soon?

I have a 6AM show.

Don't get up for it, okay?

I'll see you tomorrow.

Bye, Daddy.

Bye.

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So here, from the '50s, are the Capitals and speed Row.

Anna, I'm sorry I'm late.

Thanks for covering for me.

Where were you last night?

I heard the most incredible band, forget it.

And the guy out there in the gray sweater, you know him?

I'm trying to pick his pocket

for the evening new music concerts.

He's a donor?

Guy's loaded.

God bless him.

I found a ride home, okay?

- You got it. - Bye.

- See you later. - Up.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Hello, again.

Hello.

You're Anna Winter, aren't you?

Mm-hmm.

Well, I'm Oliver Andrews.

I'm a fan, a very big fan of yours.

I listen to you all the time.

That's great, I've always wanted a fan.

It's been nice to meet you, Mr. Andrews, excuse me.

Nice to meet you too.

Anna, I hope I'll be seeing you again.

In the meantime, I'll be listening.

If you're a widower, do you still wear a wedding ring?

I don't know.

You know, this is a hangup with you, father figures.

Harley wasn't that much older.

Yeah, Harley was an aberration.

I'll say.

Wanna carry this for a minute?

Not much.

Okay, I will.

I had an actual date the other night.

Yeah, how'd it go?

Oh, really badly.

This guy got loaded and proceeded to tell me

his entire life story.

Yeah?

At least you got a good meal out of it.

No way, wasn't any way I was gonna end up owing that guy.

Dutch treat, he wouldn’t jumped me for sure.

Listen, do you wanna go to my house or your house?

Mine.

I'm going celibate.

I'm giving up men.

I mean, I'm really sick and tired of trying

to find some kind of guy that is witty,

intelligent, rich, handsome.

You just want a Prince Charming.

Yeah and why not?

All I ever get are these kind of guys

that grumble out of the bedroom in the morning.

They smell, they never even help you make the bed.

Now you're talking about George.

Good old George.

Dropped his clothes everywhere

and expected me to pick them up.

You did.

Well somebody had to.

I'm telling you, that guy couldn't even fry an egg

without asking me 15 questions.

"How hot should the pan be?

"Where's the thing you flip it with?

"How can I tell when it's done?"

He just wanted a momma.

Yeah, he wanted a momma.

You want a papa.

No wonder you and George never got along.

You just pick the wrong guys, Wendy.

So what else is new?

It's like a national disease.

Look at Harley.

Harley is a national disease?

You know,

it's not George, it's not Harley,

it's men in general.

They're an inferior breed.

Excuse me, are you Maggie's daughter?

I sang with your mother in the choir.

I just want you to know that we loved her very much.

She was a real live wire.

Oh, Chuck, you come to dinner next week, sure.

Thank you, Frank.

Ready to go, hun?

Good.

Good cake.

Your mother had some things upstairs

you might wanna go through.

I want you to take anything,

anything...

that you might want.

Anything you think should be saved.

What're you gonna do, Daddy?

I kinda hoped you might come by

more often than you...

I know you and your mother were very close.

Daddy?

I'm all right!

Daddy?

I'm all right.

You just go upstairs.

Come on, Sammy!

My darling,

during the last weeks, I couldn't write as often as you

but it was the press of work and nothing else

that stopped the flow.

Most of the time I can hardly believe you're married.

I love you.

My love and need seem a permanent part of me.

A part that will not disappear in a year

or ten

or twenty.