—WOODY ALLENON DECEMBER 31ST, 2006 at 9:33 A.M., my cell rang, I looked at the caller ID, saw Johnny’s number, and answered as I often did when he called, saying, “Hey, baby.” Instead of a response, the line went dead. I knew immediately that it wasn’t Johnny calling me. It was Elizabeth. Sure enough, at 9:51 A.M., my cell rang again. I answered the phone with, “Hello?” this time, but it was Johnny on the other end. Hoping I was wrong about Elizabeth calling before, I asked if he had just called and hung up. He replied in a very odd voice, “We are done. And I need to get all the tapes from you.”Oh. It had been Elizabeth.When I didn’t respond, he repeated himself. “We are done. And I need to get all the tapes from you.”“What? What are you talking about?”“You and me, we are done.” “Oh, she’s standing right there.”“We are done.” In my head, I was thinking: “We are done? What do you mean? We’re just getting started.” But what I said was, “Okay.”Then he said, “I need to get all the tapes from you.”
