Meet me… in Montauk…
J.: I really should go! I’ve gotta catch my ride.
C.: So go.
J.: I did. I thought maybe you were a nut… but you were exciting.
C.: I wish you had stayed.
J.: I wish I had stayed to. NOW I wish I had stayed. I wish I had done a lot of things. I wish I had… I wish I had stayed. I do.
C.: Well I came back downstairs and you were gone!
J.: I walked out, I walked out the door!
C.: Why?
J.: I don’t know. I felt like I was a scared little kid, I was like… it was above my head, I don’t know.
C.: You were scared?
J.: Yeah. I thought you knew that about me. I ran back to the bonfire, trying to outrun my humiliation.
C.: Was it something I said?
J.: Yeah, you said “so go.” With such disdain, you know?
C.: Oh, I’m sorry.
J.: It’s okay
C.: What if you stayed this time?
J.: I walked out the door. There’s no memory left.
C.: Come back and make up a good-bye at least. Let’s pretend we had one.
[J. comes back]
C.: Bye J.
J.: I love you…
C.: Meet me… in Montauk…
J.: I don’t see anything I don’t like about you.
C.: But you will! But you will, and I’ll get bored with you and feel trapped, because that’s what happens with me.
J.: Okay.
C.: Okay.
