Leave Her to Heaven

I hope you don't think
it was just curiosity.

No, I understand.
- I'm glad you were there.
- So am I. I'll never forget it.

Father used to say it was like riding
across the front lawn of heaven.

We made a pact to bring
our ashes here when we died.

"If you die first," I told him,
"I'll bring yours here.

If I die first, you'll bring mine."
Yet, I know now...
...people you love don't really die.
Can we go now?
I'm not a bit sleepy, are you?
Not in the least.
Have you forgiven me yet?
- What I said about your book.
- Oh, that.

I have a different opinion now.
I finished reading the book last night
and I found it quite absorbing.

What made you
change your mind?

I got interested
in one of the characters.

- Which one?
- The author.

Well, I assure you the book
is not supposed to be about me.

Oh, but it is,
whether you like it or not.

"Every book's a confession,"
my father always said.

- You have to read between the lines.
- And did you?

- Well, what sort of man am I?
- You're a bachelor.