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Summer shrugged. “‘m used to it. But what will you now, Tom? You’ve broken my poor heart with your sonnets.”
“What will I now? Ah, I really don’t know..” He smiled apologetically. “Have I? I’m sorry, darling!” Tom said, “Then, what can I make it up to you?”
She shook her head. “I was promised to watch your movie, wasn’t I? It’s all very well to have you recite glorious bloodstirring bits, but I want to see!”
Tom nodded, off to show her by flipping through the channels to reach one that showed it. Fortunately to be able to catch the beginnings of the show, he explained to her the place it was, it wasn’t from the ‘very beginning’ or so to say. He turned to the TV, respectively to quiet down as it started.
It only took a short time for the flow of the language to pull Summer in, and she sat forward, hands clasped, smiling and laughing. “Darlin’, if you are not yet famous, you’ll be so very soon. This is amazing,” she told Tom, while the play-within-a-play passed onscreen.