At 6:30 I flipped on his waiting room switch.
He opened the door at 6:45, smiling brilliantly. He gave me my movie. I give him his coffee.
"Thanks," he said.
"Tell me if it's-- are you with someone right now?"
"No, not for a few minutes, do you want to come in?"
"Sure."
"The coffee is really bad."
"It's Table Top." I laughed.
He put it on the floor next to his chair, but then stood back up. I was standing.
"I have another one for you-"
"The 'Lars and the Real Girl'?"
"You haven't seen it, yet, right?"
"No, I want to,"
"Okay, good."
"You own it?"
"I ordered it."
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"It's really good, it's funny and heart-warming and weird, and, you'd think it would be kinda kinky--"
"Uh-huh,"
"But no, it's not. But it takes place in a little town in Canada up north..."
"Oh, really?"
"Yeah... You grew up in Minneapolis or?"
"I'm from Wisconsin. I went to school in Minneapolis..."
"Oh, Madison?"
He nodded. "Good place to be from. General lack of neuroses that makes me uncomfortable."
I laughed and shook my head. "Do you ever visit?"
"I've gone back twice in twenty years."
"Wow. What made you..."
"I went to my high school reunion--"
"Did you really?"
"-and it was GREAT. So I went again... But the people were like, I felt like they were exaggerating, their accents it was like so 'Hi how are ya!' but they weren't! It was just, I grew up with these people?? It was really different. It was just different."
I was laughing and leaning against his bookcase. "Is your family there?"
"There was a diaspora..."
I laughed, "Yeah."
"My parents are from New York City..."
"Ahhh. That makes sense." I looked at him. He smiled.
"Do you ever go back to Pennsylvania?"
"Never." I said. "There's nothing."
We looked at each other for a moment. He looked down at his coffee on the floor. "Well..."
"Yeah," I said and turned toward the door.
"Oh- the other one-"
"Would you like to-"
He laughed, he went over to the door and held it open. "See you Tuesday,"
"Have a good weekend Julian."
"Okay."
"Not too good." I said as I walked past him.
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