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lovers　in　the　play　was　very　similar　to　them：　they　were　deeply　in　love　and　were　forbidden　to　

see；　and　yet　won　the　love　at　the　end。　It　is　clear　that　she　and　Nate　would　not　die；　as　Romeo　

and　Juliet。　They　casariam；　would　have　a　large　family　and　grandchildren　to　tell　stories　about　

how　they　met　in　the　park　on　a　sunny　day　of　autumn　when　the　forces　of　the　universe　were　

perfectly　aligned。　
Then　Jenny　added　a　package　of　two　tin　of　blueberry　Pop…Tarts　to　the　box。　They　were　his　

favorite　food；　but　rarely　ate；　because　I　had　too　much　calories　and　no　nutritional　value。　But　

she　liked　the　idea　of　eating　something　that　Nate　loved　her　and　miss　her。　
Jenny　then　put　a　picture　of　her　that　Dan　had　taken　the　previous　summer。　She　wore　a　

sleeveless　yellow　dress　and　was　standing　on　the　edge　of　a　pool　of　a　hotel　in　Hershey；　

Pennsylvania；　where　the　Rufus　had　taken　to　spend　a　weekend。　Jenny　liked　were　brilliant　with　

their　hair　in　the　photo；　and　how　the　arms　bronzeados　cover　the　sides　of　the　breasts　in　a　way　

that　could　not　be　said　that　were　so　large。
Then　she　put　the　program　to　break　the　nuts　he　had　saved。　Jenny　wanted　Nate　knew　that；　

starting　with　The　Break　walnuts；　that　day　was　the　most　wonderful　of　her　life；　the　day　that　

they　said　they　loved　it。　
Finally　she　cut　a　fuse　of　thick　hair；　tied　with　a　red　ribbon　and　placed　inside　the　box。　

Seemed　a　little　strange　with　all　the　other　things；　as　a　memento　of　a　dead　or　something；　but　

she　wanted　Nate　felt　that　she　was　well　next　to　it　and　this　seemed　the　best　way。　
With　the　increase　of　the　fuse　of　hair；　a　box　of　memories　seemed　plete。　Then　she　closed　

the　box　and　held　the　lid　with　adhesive　tape。　After　the　embrulhou　with　pages　of　magazines　for　

teenagers　who　were　spread　throughout　the　room；　careful　not　to　include　any　page　with　ads　for　

absorbent　constraining　intimate；　contraceptive　pills　or　drugs　for　mycoses。　Finally　she　

pasted　a　Post…it　yellow　and　carefully　wrote　the　address　of　Nate　in　Maine；　which　she　had　

placed　on　the　agenda　with　the　addresses　of　all　other　houses　of　his　family　in　Montauk；　Nice；　

Barbados　and　St。　Anton；　just　to　ensure。　
After　pasting　the　box　twenty　stamps　which　had　surrupiado　the　desk　of　her　father；　Jenny　took　

the　package　to　the　kitchen　and　opened　the　back　door　to　leave　it　to　the　postman。　It　was　great　

live　in　a　building　as　the　old　her。　There　was　no　mailbox　on　the　ground　floor；　so　the　postman　

used　the　service　elevator　and　the　mail　delivered　directly　to　the　back　door。　She　placed　the　

box　on　the　floor；　beneath　the　small　shelf　where　the　postman　raised　the　match；　and　made　a　

frown　at　her；　asking　whether　it　should　perhaps　open　it　again　and　include　the　thong　so　that　

the　box　was　a　little　more　sexy。　Thinking　better；　it　seemed　half　of　piranha。　Furthermore；　

Nate　had　given　him　the　thong　of　Christmas。　If　sent　back；　Nate　could　not　believe　that　she　had　

liked。　
Dan　appeared　in　the　kitchen　and　saw　Jenny　standing　in　the　back　door。　
…　What　are　you　doing？　…　He　asked；　suspicious。　His　father　had　asked　to　Dan　to　keep　an　eye　on　

Jenny　and　he　was　taking　the　task　seriously。　
Jenny　closed　the　door。　
…　Just　seeing　if　you　have　mail。　…　She　turned　and　looked　at　Dan　semicerrados　eyes。　The　hair　

of　him　was　blurry　and　he　wore　the　same　white　shirt　stained　coffee　two　days　ago。　…　You're　

horrible。　
Dan　put　instant　coffee　in　the　cup　and　opened　the　tap　of　hot　water　until　it　is　hot　enough　to　

dissolve　the　crystals。　He　filled　the　cup　and　drank　a　sip。　
…　I　am　working　on　a　poem　…　he　said；　as　if　that　explained　everything。　
Jenny　opened　the　refrigerator；　would　get　a　can　of　yogurt　DANNON　of　coffee；　and　then　withdrew　

his　hand　and　closed　the　door　of　the　refrigerator　with　a　thud。　The　last　thing　I　wanted　was　to　

see　Nate　before　fat　again。　
Dan　blew　the　cup；　watching　it。　
…　You　know　that　Vanessa　was　right？　…　Said　he　impassive。　…　Who　filmed　both　in　the　park？　
Jenny　turned；　pulling　down　the　bra　where　he　had　risen　between　the　breasts。　She　never　came　

back　to　the　site　since　Dan　saw　on　the　puter；　and　never　went　through　her　head　trying　to　

deduce　who　had　done　that。　Vanessa　The　idea　of　putting　the　film　on　the　site　seemed　absolutely　

ridiculous。　
…　How　do　you　know？　…　Jenny　asked。　
Dan　has　to　shoulder。　
…　See　the　movie。　It　has　to　be　the　Vanessa。　
Jenny　crossed　his　arms。　
…　I'd　rather　not　see。　In　any　event；　so　it　was　she？　…　Jenny　worked　with　Vanessa　in　rancor；　

the　journal　of　the　arts　students　of　Constance　Billard；　and　they　have　always　been　good。　If　

Vanessa　had　shot　Nate　and　Jenny　in　the　park；　probably　had　a　perfectly　good　explanation　for　

the　cause　of　this　and　have　done　a　perfectly　good　explanation　for　how　the　movie　ended　up　on　

Web　
…　Just　thought　you　wanted　to　know；　just　that。　…　Said　Dan　and　returned　to　his　room。　I　store　

and　rearrange　the　list　of　words　he　had　written　to　the　Office　for　blocking　writer；　and　now　

trying　to　mount　them　in　some　order　to　the　poem　〃Putas〃。　
Piranha；　slave；　scraped；　black；　ine；　ice；　cold；　rain；　crying；　handkerchief；　sleep；　

coffee；　stain；　guilt　。。。　
It　would　be　very　mad　poem；　of　course；　but　was　not　about　being　angry。　It　was　about　

discovering　that　the　person　you　love　is　not　who　you　thought　they　were。　Jenny　was　not　the　

sweet　and　innocent　sister　that　he　thought；　and　Vanessa　was　a　voyeur　who　wore　panties　of　a　

bitch　and　take　advantage　of　the　moments　of　intimacy　of　people　to　draw　attention。　
He　began　to　use　words　from　the　list；　adding　the　occasional　verb　or　adjective　to　embellish　

the　text。　

Clean　the　sleep　from　my　eyes　with　a　handkerchief　and　serve　another　cup。　
I　see　that　you　tried　to　tell　me　all　the　time；　
Shaving　the　head　and　showing　me　（very　delicately）　
With　satin　and　ine：　
You　are　a　slut。　

Dan　liked　the　righteousness　of　what　he　had　written　and　his　energy。　He　continued　writing；　

reinvigorated　by　the　sense　of　filling　a　sheet　of　paper　again。　After　I　finish；　I　would　send　

by　e…mail　to　Vanessa。　Writing　the　poem　was　the　only　way　he　knew　to　deal　with　what　I　had；　and　

send　it　to　Vanessa　was　the　only　way　he　knew　to　say　to　her。　

V　is　a　way　to　apologize　

Ruby　stuck　his　head　in　the　room　of　Vanessa。　Emborrachada　was　wearing　a　black　jacket；　jeans　

and　black　shoes　with　pointed　needle　jump。　He　had　cut　his　hair　and　shave　with　the　blade　he　

was　supercurto。　
…　Some　mail？　…　Ruby　asked。　
Vanessa　shook　her　head。　His　parents　were　traveling　through　Europe；　a　tour　of　some　of　art　

fair；　and　had　not　warrant　or　a　postcard。　
…　Phone　calls？　Scraps？　
Vanessa　shook　his　head　again。　
…　Any　chance　of　you　e　with　me？　Ruby…proposed。　…　You　should　be　on　vacation；　you　know。　
Vanessa　has　the　shoulders　of　new　and　closed　his　jacket　hood　up　to　the　chin。　Was　still　angry　

with　her　sister　by　borrowing　the　camera　without　asking　her；　and　still　did　not　want　to　do　

anything　except　talk　to　Dan　She　did　not　speak　with　Dan　since　he　got　out　of　his　house　on　

Friday　…　the　longer　it　has　been　without　talking　since　that　became　friends　years　before。　She　

wanted　to　explain　everything　to　him；　the　entire　disaster　on　the　link　in　the　Web　was　just　a　

terrible　accident　and　Vanessa　just　bought　the　Victoria's　Secret　lingerie　because　he　thought　

that　would　help　to　relax　and　have　fun。　I　tell　you　they　were　friends　long　enough　to　get　angry　

with　each　other　and　that　jetio　to　apologize　a　million　different　ways。　But　she　hoped　that　in　

the　background　to　know　Dan　well　enough　to　imagine　that　she　would　never　put　a　film　exploring　

the　site　his　sister　like　that。　And　she　hoped　the　fund　that　he　understood　that　there　was　

humiliated　when　she　was　standing；　almost　naked；　with　a　minimum　undergarment；　and　it　is　that　

it　should　apologize　first。　
…　All　right。　See　you　later。　I　have　a　food　for　you　…　Ruby　said；　turning　up。　
Vanessa　went　to　the　puter　to　check　for　the　hundredth　time　if　Dan　mandara　you　some　e…mail。
This　time　he　had！　It　was　a　poem！　She　pulled　a　chair　and　anxiously　clicked　twice　in　the　file。　

As　soon　as　he　opened；　she　began　to　read。　
Read　the　poem　three　times　on　the　screen　before　you　print　it　and　read　again。　The　words　were　

ugly　and　angry；　and　hurt。　Dan　had　not　forgiven；　it　was　very　clear。　
But　Vanessa　has　always　been　able　to　see　the　beauty　in　ugly　things；　and　she　read　requests　for　

publication　in　anger　sufficient　to　know　that　the　poem　he　was　special。　It　was　full　of　rich　

metaphors　and　a　passionate　language；　and　although　he　wanted　to　bury　their　heads　covered　and　

in　tears；　she　could　not　stop　admiring　the　words　intelligent。　It　was　brilliant。　
Even　if　Dan　never　speak　to　her；　and　although　the　poem　treat　it　entirely　horrible　person　and　

he　thought　she　was；　she　would　find　that　the　poem　was　published。　
Dan　never　tried　to　publish　anything；　but　not　as　he　had　not　bee　numb　when　opening　a　copy　

of　The　New　Yorker　and　saw　his　poem　〃Putas〃　printed　in　the　magazine。　What　wonderful　way　to　

impress　the　universities　to　which　he　was　applying。　She　could　not　fail　to　do　so。　Should　it　to　

him。　
Leaping　from　the　chair；　Vanessa　vasculhou　the　room　of　Ruby　to　find　a　copy　of　The　New　Yorker　

stuck　under　the　door　of　the　closet。　Browse　the　magazine　to　find　the　name　of　the　editor；　

returned　to　the　puter　and　wrote　a　letter　to　him；　putting　the　name　of　Dan　and　address　it　

in　a　sealed　envelope　for　response。　

Audrey　goes　to　college　

EXT。　Depart。　ENGLISH。　BUILDING　THE　CAMPUS　OF　NEW　ENGLAND　…　DAY　

A　four…storey　building　with　white　columns　and　ivory。　A　green　lawn　in　front。　The　marble　

staircase。　

Audrey；　18；　a　pretty　girl　with　dark　hair　of　skirt；　blouse　and　shoes　beneath　the　soles　of　

fashion；　classic　pedal　your　bike　by　Schwinn　lawn　and　park　in　a　support　of　one　side　of　the　

marble　stairs。　She　climbs　the　stairs　and　enter　the　building。　

INT。　Depart。　ENGLISH。　BUILDING…SEQUENCE　

A　long　corridor　flanked　by　small　rooms　of　the　department。　All　doors　are　open；　and　within　

each　of　them　a　teacher　is　meeting　with　a　student；　discussing　the　issues　most　admirable　of　

literature。　

A　STUDENT　
I　really　thought　it　would　be　better　if　the　whale　could　speak；　sir。　

A　TEACHER　
But　this　is　not　a　talking　whale。　This　is　a　man's　search　for　meaning。　

STUDENT　B　
It　has　no　score。　See？　Not　used　ma　or　point。

TEACHER　B　
That　does　not　make　a　poem。　A　poem　is　。。。　well；　a　poem　is　poetry。　

STUDENT　C　
That　on　the　whale？　

TEACHER　C　
Arrais。　What　do　you　think？　

STUDENT　C　
Well；　I　really　think　it　would　be　better　if　the　whale　speak。　

A　fourth　teacher　goes　to　the　door；　look　at　the　corridor　on　both　sides　and　then　slam　the　

door。　Audrey　runs　through　the　corridor；　looking　esfarrapada。　She　knocks　on　the　door　of　the　

teacher　who　just　close　it。　

Audrey　
Professor　Weeks！　Oh；　professor　Weeks！　

PROF。　WEEKS　
You　are　late。　

Audrey　
Yes；　but　I　have　a　perfectly　good　excuse。　

The　teacher　makes　a　break；　hoping　to　hear　the　excuse。　

PROF。　WEEKS　
Yes？
Audrey　
（breathless）　
Oh；　but　I　can　not　tell　you！　It　is　something　illegal。　

PROF。　WEEKS　
（making　a　frown）　
Illegal？　I　need　to　call　the　campus　security？　

Audrey　
（swinging　the　head）　
Oh；　no。　At　least；　not　yet。　

She　spends　her　work　to　him。　
Audrey　
I　could　not　decide　on　which　the　writing　of　Shakespeare；　so　I　wrote　about　them　all。　I　hope　

you　do　not　mind。　

The　teacher　puts　the　reading　glasses　and　begins　to　read　the　work。　He　sits　at　the　table；　

pletely　oblivious　to　what　you're　reading。　While　he　continues　to　read；　Audrey　casually　it　

leaves　the　room　and　closes　the　door。　She　walks　the　aisle　and　out　the　door　of　the　building；　

get　a　bike　and　pedal　the　lawn。　

EXT。　QUADRA　OF　FACULTY　…　SEQUENCE　

Triangulated　by　a　huge　lawn　of　tijolinhos　buildings。　

Audrey　pedal　by　lawn；　watching　the　fall　foliage　rather　than　look　at　where　you　are　going。　She　

hits　a　boy　with　a　sweater　that　USA's　rowing　team　that　is　the　way　to　the　training。　The　boy　

falls　to　the　ground。　

He　is　Colin　Davis　
Oh！　

Audrey　down　the　bike　and　if　agacha　next　to　it。

Audrey　
Sorry。　Is　everything　okay？　

COLIN　
I　think　I　broke　my　leg。　
He　tries　to　move　it　again。　

COLIN　
Oh！　

Audrey　
Do　not　move。　I'll　call　an　ambulance。　

She　scouts　looking　for　the　bag　phone。　A　weapon　drops　the　floor。　COLIN　looks　at　the　gun。　

Audrey　takes　a　gun　and　stick　in　the　bag　again。　She　opens　the　phone　and　d