A Letter to Three Wives
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- 1949
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To begin with,
all the incidents and characters in this story
might be fictitious
and any resemblance to you or me
might be purely coincidental.
The name of the town isn't important.
It's the one that's just
28 minutes from the big city...
Twenty-three if you catch
the Morning Express.
Its on a river, and it's got houses
and stores and churches
and a Main Street.
Nothing fancy like Broadway or Market.
Just plain Main.
Drugs, dry goods, shoes,
those horrible little chain stores
that breed like rabbits.
Also a street for the upper,
the exclusive of the town,
where the country-club set live
when they're not at the country club.
This is the first Saturday in May
and tonight the first dinner dance
of the country-club season.
Well, anyway, this house belongs to
Brad and Deborah Bishop,
two of my dearest friends.
Brad bought this house
before he went to war.
It was Brad who gave me
And my first kiss.
Well, when he came home from the war,
he came home with a wife, Deborah.
Thomasino said to tell you
he found room for your briefcase in the bag.
Good for Thomasino.
Why'd you have him pack a bag?
Because I know these
Saturday conferences.
A bit like Saturday poker games,
don't plan on doing anything Sunday.
Its strange, your not letting me know
when you plan to be away overnight.
This is just in case, darling.
There's no telling how late it'll be.
And I like my own pajamas between me
and the sheets in a Turkish bath.
You'll phone this afternoon,
though, either way, won't you?
And leave word, even if Im not here?
when I call if not here?
First Saturday in May, remember?
The Settlement House Picnic.
That's right. The Women's Club thing.
Like it?
Anything to do with kids.
You know that.
What are you wearing tonight?
Ive got the one
you liked so much in Vogue.
- But if you're staying in town...
- What color?
Black, like you said.
Brad, I don't want to go without you.
Darling, it's the first
dinner dance of the season.
- If I only knew you were gonna be there.
- I will be if I can,
and if I can't, why should
that throw you into a panic?
What are you afraid of,
anyway, Deborah?
- Good morning, Thomasino.
- Morning, Mr. Bishop.
Im not in a panic.
Well, then?
Its just that suddenly the thought of going
to that dance tonight without you...
- Brad?
- Hmm?
Addie Ross, she used to be
sort of your ideal, wasn't she?
Now how did Addie
get into this conversation?
I never knew you read Vogue.
much about it.
What's Vogue got to do with it?
I told you I picked it up on the train
coming home one night.
- Some woman had left it behind.
- Some woman.
Yes, some woman.
I thumbed through it and saw a dress
I thought would look smart on you.
What's wrong with that?
Nothing, I guess. Nothing at all.
- I should hope not.
- Well, Ive gotta pick up Rita.
- You'll phone about tonight, won't you?
- I told you I would.
It just so happens that the dress I bought,
that you picked out of Vogue that some
woman happened to leave on the train,
is exactly the dress that Addie Ross
wore to the concert two weeks ago!
Hot toast, Mr. Bishop.
She won't stay
mad at him long. She's too much in love.
Pretty soon,
she'll be full of self-reproach.
Women are so silly.
Now, this is that street where people
on the way up and on the way down
live alongside each other for awhile.
Rita and George Phipps
are on their way up,
that is, if Rita has her way.
And that's the only way
she'll have any part of, thank you.
There she is now.
Ready, waiting. That's Rita.
Hi. You're late.
I won't be a minute.
Just one last look at the twins
and Ive gotta give Sadie her check.
On behalf of the underprivileged
children of this town,
Id like to thank you
over-privileged ladies
for sharing your
excess privileges with us.
There's something odd-looking
about you today, George.
Just that usual two-headed
schoolteacher look.
You're all dressed up. Saturday,
no school, and you're all dressed up.
Just my little old blue serge.
First Saturday of trout season. Brad says
ever since you were big enough lift a fish...
Shh. Listen closely.
Can you hear the grateful murmur
of the trout
as they whisper in the brooks and streams?
This is what they whisper,
"Phipps will not fish today."
Mm. You're cute. But why?
Because Ive got something better to do.
Have a nice day.
Debby, darling, we'll have to stop station.
Ive just got to get my copy off on the 8:42.
Do you mind?
What's George being so mysterious about?
I wouldn't know.
It seems we're not talking.
- Oh, Im sorry.
- Oh, it's just one of those things.
It'll be all right.
Why? Was he acting strangely?
Mm. Not exactly. Well, it's only he's
not going fishing and being all dressed up.
All dressed up?
Why, so he is. His blue suit.
On Saturday of all things.
And no fishing. Hmm.
The radio hasn't been fixed yet.
Oh. And they've just gone on the air.
Oh, well. Save myself listening
to the murder of my little brainchild.
Rita, why on earth do you do it?
Five of those radio programs every week.
Up until dawn almost every night.
Because each week
I receive in return 100 pieces
of what Addie Ross calls "the most
restful shade of green in the world."
Unquote. Addie again.
Why is it that sooner or later,
no matter what we talk about,
we wind up talking about Addie Ross?
Maybe it's because
if you girls didn't talk about me,
you just wouldn't talk at all.
That's right. Im Addie.
Im the one they just
can't help talking about.
You know, I wonder if she knows
how much we do talk about her.
And what we say
and how we feel about her.
I know.
Believe me, I do.
And it doesn't matter.
It doesn't matter nearly as much
as what all of you don't know, yet.
- Morning, Mrs. Hollingsway.
- Haven't the others gotten here yet?
No. You're the very first, the early bird.
Ive taken it upon myself
to get the children aboard.
Oh. Good idea, Miss Hawkins.
So that when the other ladies arrive,
we'll be all ready to go.
Fine. If they'll only get here.
Oh, Im sorry we're late.
Rita had to go by the station.
Oh, sure.
Just a husband of mine running like mad.
Why?
Nobody else?
Where's Addie? Weren't you
supposed to pick her up?
Nothing's happened to her, I hope.
Addie Ross left town this morning.
Left town?
Well, what do you mean, "left town"?
She certainly could've told someone,
at least phoned.
She's left for good.
Then it must've been something sudden,
some emergency.
What makes you so sure it's for good?
How do you know?
Well, the doorman told me
she subleased her apartment last week
and yesterday she sold her car.
So much for your sudden emergency.
If that isn't just like her.
Why do you suppose she had
to keep it such a big secret?
or doesn't do anything?
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