Bad Girl Page #3

here where they have ashtrays and things.

I gotta go. Besides, it ain't right,

my being alone here in the room with you.

- Did I ever get fresh with ya?

- No.

But I ain't that kind of a girl.

I don't go to fellas' rooms.

Listen. I got other things

to think about, see?

I'm gonna have my own store soon.

I was talking to the boss about it only today.

Oh, gee, Eddie.

That'll be swell.

None of that mushy stuff for me.

- Give us a kiss, will ya?

- Oh. None of that mushy stuff, huh?

Ah, well, a little

of it's all right.

- Come on. Take off your coat and stay a while.

- Oh, no. I can't. Oh, no.

- Eddie, now-

- Come on. Take it off. Come on.

- Take that hat off.

- Stay- Oh, no.

- Eddie, I'm not gonna take my hat off.

- Come on.

- Oh, now you're-

- Take it off.

No.

Oh, gee. I didn't know

it was as late as that.

- Ah, it's early yet.

- Well, I gotta go.

Stopped raining.

Hey, lookit. There's a fella

trying to kiss a girl.

Where?

- Here.

- Oh, Eddie.

Oh, Eddie, please don't.

I gotta go.

Aw, gee.

You can't be with me two minutes

but you gotta pull that I gotta go" gag.

Aw, no. But you don't understand.

I must go.

You'd think I was

poison or something.

- Oh, no, but it's getting late, and I can't stay any longer.

- I know. You gotta go.

Aw, Eddie. Don't get mad.

I'm not mad.

But you're always talking about I gotta go. "

Well, I do have to go.

It's only about 4:00.

Yeah, but I've never been out

later than 12:
00 in my life.

Oh, my brother will kill me.

Aw, gee, kid.

Please don't do that.

If I could only find Edna.

Aw, can't you do anything

without Edna's help?

My brother's stuck on her.

If she was there,

he wouldn't be sore at me.

At least he wouldn't holler.

He's got a terrible temper.

Well, you want to go over

and try Edna's house again?

No. If she was there,

she'd open the door.

She must be sleeping at her aunt's.

- Come on.

- What are you gonna do?

I'm goin' up and tell your brother

you were with me.

No. You can't go up.

There'd only be a fight.

Aw, there wouldn't be any fight.

He'd make one crack, I'd hang that in his jaw,

and the fight would be all over.

Oh, gee, Eddie.

I like you a terrible lot.

- Okay.

- Oh, don't just say...

- Okay. "

- Aw, gee, kid.

I ain't much, and...

well, you-you know...

words don't seem to-

- Aw, what are you bawling for?

- Oh, Eddie.

Aw, gee, kid.

I'm sorry.

It's all my fault.

Me staying out till 4:00 in the morning.

What'll I do?

I tell ya. You can say we were

gonna get married.

- Oh, he'd find out we weren't.

- How?

When we didn't.

Well, we would.

- We would?

- Would ya?

You mean you're-

you're asking me to marry you?

Yeah.

Oh. Oh, sure I will, Eddie.

Okay.

I'll love to marry you, Eddie. You'll never

be sorry or anything, honest you won't.

- But I never thought you meant we'd really get married.

- Neither did I.

- Oh, well, Eddie, if you want to back out, I won't-

- Oh.

- So you want to make an argument out of it, huh?

- No.

Listen. I never back out ever, see?

And let me tell you something.

You ain't puttin' nothin' over on me neither.

- I don't-

- Not a thing. If I didn't think...

you were the swellest jane in the world,

I never would have given you a tumble.

For me, nothing but the best, see?

So if you've got any idea

in your nut that I'm the kind of guy...

runs around asking any jane

to marry him, you're crazy.

Oh, gee, Eddie, you're a scream.

Why, you can-you can even make a fight

out of a proposal of marriage.

But you ain't kiddin' me.

You try to make out

you're hard-boiled...

but you're not really.

Why, you've got a heart as big as anything.

- And you're square too.

- Hooey.

The kind of a fella

a girl can depend on.

I was in love with you

almost the first time we met.

Oh, you're fine and decent

and tenderhearted.

Oh, Eddie. You're just the sweetest guy

in all the world.

- Okay.

- And we can be happy.

Lots of people

are married and happy.

I'm slck and tlred of It.

...whlle you stay out tlll 4.00 In the mornlng-

I sald enough Is enough! Get out,you plg!

That'll never happen to us.

- I should say not.

- Well?

- Do you want me to go up with you?

- No.

I'm not afraid now.

I'm not afraid of anything now.

You know...

it's sort of like

not being alone anymore.

Yeah. It is like that, ain't it?

When'll we be married?

In the morning.

And I'll take the day off.

Say...

I'm kind of happy about it.

Well, what do you know about that?

Oh, Eddie.

Good night, kid.

Good night, darling.

- Eddie.

- What?

Husband.

Okay.

Hey, cab.

Hello, Edna.

What are you doing here?

Jim come over to my house about

an hour ago to see if you were there.

He was worried about you,

so I came back here with him.

I, um- I couldn't remember

the name of that hospital...

you said you were going to

to visit that girl.

She must be worse, huh?

Your staying there until almost 4:00.

You mean well, Edna,

but that's a lot of hooey.

- Where were ya?

- Where do you think, Edna?

- I'm gonna get married.

- No.

So, it's as bad as that, huh?

What do you mean

it's as bad as that?

I thought girls brought their fellas around

and showed them off first to their families.

They do in families where

they ain't treated like prisoners.

Yeah? Well, not that you'd have

brains enough to know it...

but I've been a pretty good

brother to you, see?

I've been a father and a mother to ya.

I'm supporting this house.

And you've got some nerve

comin' in at 4:
00 in the morning...

tellin' me that

you're gonna get married.

Why do you object?

You don't even know the fella.

No, but I'm going to.

Bring him around. Let him meet your family,

like any decent fella would want to do.

And after a while,

if I think he's all right...

you can marry him.

- After a while?

- Oh, that gets a rise out of you, does it?

I thought it would.

One of them rush marriages.

- What do you mean?

- You know what I mean.

- You don't know that I did anything wrong.

- I can put two and two together.

- Oh,Jim, you're rotten.

- You can prove that you're not.

You tell me that you'll wait, or I'll know

that you gotta marry this guy.

And if that's the case,

I don't want you in the house.

- Now, what do you think about that?

- Where'll I go?

Go back where you come from,

you little tramp.

And get out now.

You won't take any clothes with you either.

I paid for every rag

you got on your back.

Go on. Get out.

You deserve everything

you're gettin'.

Sure does.

A girl brought up under the influence

of a fine brother like you got.

You'll probably end up in the streets.

That's what you got in your mind, ain't it,Jim?

And I won't be sorry for her either.

No, I don't expect you to be sorry for her,Jim.

But let her have her clothes.

- I paid for 'em.

- Yeah, but don't be cheap.

Let her find out there ain't another man

who'll treat her as white as her own brother did.

Go on.

Let her have her clothes.

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