Aaron Neville has been drinking. It is very late at night. He makes a phone call
Linda Ronstadt: Hello?
Aaron: Linda, it’s Aaron.
Linda: I love you
Aaron: Yes. I love you too. How… how have you been?
Linda: I don’t know. I don’t know much. I know… I love you.
Aaron: Yes. Agreed. We are in love. That’s what I was calling about.
Linda: Look at these eyes.
Aaron: I can’t. We’re on the phone.
Linda: I love you.
Aaron: Yes. Linda. We really need to talk about this. I know years ago we decided that knowing we loved each other was enough but… I’m sorry. I think I need to know more.
Linda: I love you?
Aaron: Life is too hard like this. Yesterday I think I went to the store for milk and I ended up driving for 300 miles until I ran out of gas. I had forgotten where I was going because I don’t know much.
Linda: I.. love. You?
Aaron: Linda, it’s killing me. The only reason I was able to call you was because I’ve carved your phone number into my thigh. I’ve enrolled in some adult-education classes to try and get my life into some kind of order. For god sakes, I found myself agreeing with the Birthers. That’s how little I know.
Linda: Who is this?
Aaron: It’s me, Aaron Neville.
Linda: Aaron! I love you!!
Aaron: I know. God help me, I know.
He hangs up the phone, broken
Aaron: … what.. what was I just doing?