by Mark Chmiel
Shimmelstoy: Just today, I was walking to campus, and I could swear I saw Miguel Weiss on the bus!
Max: Are you serious?
Shimmelstoy: It had to be. Dead-ringer.
Max: I thought you told me he was in Chiapas.
Shimmelstoy: That’s what I heard through the grapevine.
Max: He can’t be here looking for Carrie, can he? He has got to know she’s in Kabul.
Shimmelstoy: Those two have a very strange relationship. They are like a very laid back version of Shams and Rumi.
Max: Isn’t that a contradiction in terms?
Shimmelstoy: Yeah, but somehow, they glow together. You can see the sparks shooting between them.
Max: I always did think you were a little jealous of him, even when you were married to Miriam.
Shimmelstoy: Max, you really don’t mess around, you know my shit. Yes, a little bit jealous, which was completely unjustified.
Max: Maybe he is just passing through.
Shimmelstoy: That’s him exactly. Just passing through.