Certainly, sir. Luisa nods, and heads back downstairs. Parrish enters his den, takes a seat in his chair, stares into the middle distance, ruminates. INT. GUEST ROOM, PARRISH TOWNHOUSE - NIGHT Joe has been examining his room, full of curiosity and wonderment at the oddest things, the handle on a casement window, the hem and weight of the fabric of a drape, hinges on the bedroom door. In the process he opens this door, steps out into the hallway. INT. HALLWAY, PARRISH TOWNHOUSE - NIGHT Joe wanders down the hallway past the occasional Dufy or Miro, a Venetian tapestry cheek-by-jowl with a miniature Ming vase, and even a Bonsai garden with a trickling vein of water. INT. KITCHEN HALLWAY, PARRISH TOWNHOUSE - NIGHT In the "back" of the house now, utilitarian paint and decor, the SOUND of laughter and a glare of light. Joe enters. INT. KITCHEN, PARRISH TOWNHOUSE - NIGHT The staff is at ease, some smoking, remains of food around. Coyle, the butler, has his back to Joe and does not see him for a moment. In front of Coyle, an open jar of peanut but- ter which he is spreading in generous hunks of Wonder Bread. Joe is fascinated by the process. Coyle suddenly hears the silence, looks up and see Joe, standing up embarrassedly.
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Just think of millenniums multiplied by aeons compounded by infinity, I've been around that long, but it's only recently that your affairs here have piqued my interest. Call it boredom, the natural curiosity of me, the most lasting and significant element in existence has come to see you. Parrish struggles to make sense of what he is hearing.
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