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Memphis Movie
Book: Memphis Movie Read Online Free
Author: Corey Mesler
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    â€œEx, yes,” Eric said. He was tiring of Kimberly already.
    â€œOh, Eric, there’s a part of us that is still alive, don’t you feel it?”
    â€œDo you really want to do this here, now?”
    â€œCertainly,” Kimberly said and sidled up to him. She actually sidled.
    They were in a bedroom in a strange house. In the other room Jimbo and Aileen were laughing in loud snorts.
    Kimberly sat on the edge of the strangers’ bed. She crossed her still beautiful legs.
    â€œFirst, and this is just first, not having anything to do with how movies are made, first, you dumped me without rhyme or reason. Many, many years ago, you dumped me.”
    â€œEric, sit here,” Kimberly patted the bed as if calling a dog.
    Eric reluctantly sat.
    â€œI had my reasons. Don’t think it was easy for me.”
    â€œOk. Let’s have them. You could have given them to me years ago and I wouldn’t have had to live with this hole in my life, a hole of uncertainty that spreads like a stain—”
    â€œYou say the prettiest things.”
    â€œSo, that hole, forget that hole. Now you wanna talk to me. Now that I have returned. Now that I am making a movie, a movie, it does not escape me, that you would like to have a part in.”
    Eric was almost too weary to form the words.
    He picked an Ativan out of the small quantity he kept in his pocket and fisted it into his mouth, surreptitiously, bringing a small amount of lint up, too.
    â€œSo, you think I only want a part.”
    â€œYes. That is what I think.”
    â€œOh, hmp.”
    â€œYes, there it is.”
    â€œYou poor sweet thing. You know I don’t think a week’s gone by that I haven’t thought about you.”
    â€œI find that incredible, Kim. I find that without merit.”
    â€œOh, Babe.”
    â€œDon’t call me Babe.”
    â€œI always, I always—”
    â€œI know. It’s dead. The name is as dead as Carole Lombard.”
    â€œWhy Carole Lombard?”
    â€œI don’t know, she’s always seemed deader than most other stars, perhaps because she died so long ago, at such a young age. Partly because I wish I had known her.”
    â€œOh, Ba—sorry, Eric—listen. I think we need to hash this out. If we’re gonna work together.”
    â€œI don’t—”
    â€œThere’s a fucking water bed in this other room. Did you see this?” Jimbo was in the doorway.
    â€œHuh—” Eric said, rising.
    â€œOh, sorry—”
    â€œWe’re just about—”
    â€œDid you two want this room, that is, do you want us to ride around some?”
    â€œJimbo. I think we’ve seen enough here.”
    â€œOh—ok—you like this one?”
    â€œIt’s ok. Let’s see something else. This room is right but I don’t like that patio. It looks like something from an Elvis movie.”

6.
    The quartet stopped at Houston’s for lunch. Jimbo’s choice. Aileen knew the cook there. It was a dreadful place full of loud diners all dressed in chic casual and all forking oversize portions into their prattling gobs while their wilding children spat food into the aisles and the waitpeople sang and bopped and skipped and the muzak was all Golden Oldies done by soulless muzak bands. Eric thought it was how Hollywood phony culture had become mainstream Americana. He felt dead, dead.
    They shared a pitcher, of which Jimbo drank a full half before ordering another.
    â€œSo, Scout, what do you think of Atticus, here?” Jimbo asked Kimberly.
    â€œWouldn’t that work better if you said Scout and Jim? I mean, Eric is not her father, nor even a father figure.” Aileen smiled at her husband.
    â€œWhatever,” he answered her with a sour twist to his mouth.
    â€œIt’s great to have him back. And to see y’all, too,” Kimberly said, smiling her Beauty Queen smile.
    â€œIt’s been a long time,”

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