I’m preparing to go out of the country for a couple weeks (more on this later). E.S. and I therefore had the following conversation last night.
E.S.: I’ll miss you. When you’re not here the empty house is all quiet and spooky.
FAUSTUS: But the house will be full of the spirit of our love.
E.S.: Like I said, quiet and spooky.
E.S.: Now, wait, you’re coming back the 14th?
E.S.: Why so early? Why aren’t you staying till the 21st?
FAUSTUS: I told you, I—
E.S.: Of November?
FAUSTUS: Wait a minute . . .
FAUSTUS: I hate you.
E.S.: I’m the funniest boyfriend in the world.
FAUSTUS (relenting): You can be funny sometimes.
E.S.: Like, every six weeks or so.
FAUSTUS: There’s no need to exaggerate.
FAUSTUS: Oh, my God.