Memories

So Erik and I are talking and somehow the conversation turns to the movie, The War of the Roses. So I say, “Oh, you know my favorite scene is at the end, after they’ve fallen from the chandelier and in their dying moments, hold hands. It’s so sweet. Because they still love each other after all!”

Erik turns to me with that way he has, to indicate that I have somehow switched from speaking in English to speaking in Crazy, and says something like, “It’s been a while since you’ve seen that movie, right?”

“Uh, yeah, I guess. Why, that’s not what happens?”

“Yeah. He goes to reach for her hand and dies. She then picks his hand up and throws it off of hers.”

“Oh.”