We'll often leave things for each other on our doors. From her: her mom's apple cake. From me: Bob's donuts, our local guilty pleasure. And we often end up, Seinfeld-Kramer-style, meeting in the hallway and engaging in endless conversation about random stuff that inevitably leads to a screenplay idea.
Next week, we leave for a month-long trip to Paris. We rented an apartment in the Latin Quarter, and we'll be living as real roommates for once. I haven't seen much of Mari this summer, which has been a terrible time of loss for her, and I've missed her. It will be interesting to take our show on the road, replacing our neighborhood bars and cafes with French ones and connecting with French friends of friends. I'm sure we'll still talk about random stuff, with the occasional belly laugh, and hopefully get started on one of those screenplays, maybe about two neighbors who travel to France.
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