Twenty Four Weeks - Episode 22 - "Thirty Three" (PG)

By James David Denisson

Twenty Four Weeks
Episode 22- "Thirty Three"

A quiet New Years Eve leads to an open discussion of the previous year... Judd presents a solution to their current predicament... After talking to Mary, Quinn has a revelation about her year with Wade...
The ball drops. Quinn leans over and kisses me, long and sweet. Her lips are soft and yielding and they tell me that she loves me more than any words she has ever uttered.
As we watch the fireworks...

Still reeling from the shock of discovering his wife's infidelity, Judd Altman learns that he has lost his father and will be one himself. His soon to be ex-wife, Quinn, is pregnant with his child.
After almost losing the baby, Wade (Judd's old boss and Quinn's lover) realizes the truth about himself and his relationship with Quinn and leaves her. Judd, in the face of Quinn's situation, forgives her, but cannot reconcile their marriage.
With nothing but a stolen Porsche, Judd drives to Maine with limitless possibilities. A man with nothing has nothing to lose, and a man with nothing to lose can do anything.
Twenty Four Weeks begins with Judd's time of reflection in Maine and his eventual decision to return to New York City, to take back the life that has been so cruelly taken from him. Sometimes humorous, this bitter-sweet tale is full of hope, love and forgiveness.
With characters and back story based on the novel "This is Where I Leave You" by Jonathan Tropper, Twenty Four Weeks is set after the events of the movie of the same name.

• Language: English
• Publisher: James David Denisson
• Release date: Jul 27, 2016

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Twenty Four Weeks – Episode 22 – Thirty Three

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Written by J.D.Denisson.

A sequel to the movie This is Where I Leave You.

Characters and back story based on the novel This is Where I Leave You by Jonathan Tropper.

Copyright 2016 J.D.Denisson.

Previously…

I’m at a party. I don’t know where I am or who the party is for. People are around me, talking, laughing, drinking. I make my way through the crowd. I’m looking for someone, I don’t know who. The music is loud and I can’t hear myself think. The bass throbs, a thump, thump, like a heartbeat. Then I see her. She’s on the balcony, looking out over the city. She’s not alone. I walk out and say her name. It’s a familiar name, but one can’t quite put a finger on. There’s a man with her. They’re huddled together talking. Her hand is on his arm, affectionate, personal, intimate. Hey, I say, what are you two doing out here? Just getting some air, she says. Great party huh? says the man. I think he’s a friend. Or maybe he’s not. Maybe this is not innocent. Maybe I should see this for what it is. Maybe I should stop it, right here, right now.

…

You want to know? she asks me angrily.

I think I deserve to know.

All right... She takes a breath. When I went to the hospital you were on the bed. They’d stitched up your head and they were watching you. You had concussion, and you were talking and talking.

I don’t remember any of that, I tell her, but she puts up a hand to silence me.

And then you started to tell me what you think. What you really think. And now I know.

"Know what?"

"What you really think of me. And then you made me tell you about the first time I... when I told him I loved him."

And it’s all become clear to me. The picture has been assembled. The moment I lost her. They’d been sleeping together for a few months by then, but it was only sex. Right