The Actor And The Housewife (2009) - Plot & Excerpts
It wasn’t that “best” in front of “friend,” or the word “liver.” It wasn’t anything said. But things were a little bit richer. Felix’s presence didn’t buoy her up only after their random and fragmented phone calls—the cheering idea of his existence was constant. It was like switching from white bread to whole grain—the difference was subtle but real and kept her from feeling hungry. Hearing Felix talk about moviemaking got her excited about her screenplays again, and she started working on them from time to time. Schedule changes made mornings better than the predinner hour for chats, and for months they never missed a weekday. Often the calls were brief: “Hey, it’s me. What’s your favorite color?” “Am I supposed to have a favorite color? No one informed me.” “Oh, is that something adults grow out of ? It’s just assumed in a house hold of children that every sentient creature must have a favorite color, and I realized I don’t know yours.
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