Saturday morning I wake up after Harrison and find him reading out by the pool.
We are served miso and rice and delicious sea weed, I am starting to like George after all. His friend joins us for breakfast and regales us with stories of real estate deals gone bad. The music piped in to the pool sounds like a very dramatic score for American film that takes place in Japan and then there is the jack-hammer.
I tell Harrison we leaving.
“I just want to read these last ten pages”
“I am putting my stuff in the car”
In about 5 minutes we are on the road again.
In 1959 a lot of people were killing time. Kit and Holly were killing people.
For a brief moment we are kit and holly and martin sheen is narrating our trip.