Beaches Page #2

to Mr. Cohen's candy store.

You'll have a nice malted and those

little chocolate-covered

cherries you like.

Wouldn't that be a nice idea,

honey?

Dont you want to go home,

baby?

Come on, give me a smile,

honey, huh?

Okay, Leona.

Let's go home.

Okay.

Ill be right back.

Yoo-hoo, Mr. Pinkers !

The Blooms are quitting.

Find another kid

to work for bubkes.

Personally...

I think walking on your hands

is kind of creepy.

Yeah?

And you're the best singer

I ever saw.

Yeah.

- You ready?

- Ready.

Bunny rabbit.

How'd my hair come out?

This is your half. and my address

is on the back.

It doesn't say

San Francisco.

That's because I don't live

exactly in San Francisco.

I live just outside,

in Atherton.

I live exactly in the Bronx, but Im

Leaving when Im a big star.

- Thanks, mister.

- Anytime.

Id like to buy you a soda

for walking me back.

Sure. Bread and butter.

What are we

doing here?

We're getting ice cream sodas.

Come on.

There were sodas

on the boardwalk.

Youll love

the sodas here.

But people are looking

at me.

- So what?

-What do you mean,

so what?

- So, theyll probably kick me out

of a place like this.

- They can't.

Just a minute, you two.

You can't sit here.

- Oh. I told you.

- Yes, we can.

My name's Hillary Whitney, and

Im staying here with my father...

and I want

a chocolate soda.

Want do you want, CC?

Whatever she's having.

Certainly, Miss Whitney.

- So how'd you do that?

- Easy. My father's rich.

And your mother's

not rich?

She died when

I was a little girl.

Oh.

Will you write to me

in San Francisco?

Sure, but how come you want me

to write to you so much?

Are you crazy? You just happen

to be the most fantastic person...

- Ive ever met in my entire life !

- I am?

I almost cried

when you started singing...

That's the story of

That's the glory of love

Hillary, don't sing.

Hillary,

what are you doing?

Having a soda with CC,

Aunt Vesta.

I got lost and she showed me

the way back after her

''Glory of Love'' number.

Her ''Glory of Love'' number?

Your father and I have been

Looking for you for hours.

We were just about

to call the police.

Uh, listen, maybe we should just

forget about the sodas, you know?

If I don't go back, Leona will

start foaming at the mouth.

Oh, my. Come, Hillary.

Come on.

- Whatever they had, charge it

to the room.

- They didn't have anything, ma'am.

Look, Im sorry I got to go.

That's my Aunt Vesta.

Im glad she's not

my Aunt Vesta.

Here, little girl.

Now, go home.

What's this for?

It will keep you

honest.

Be sure to keep

in touch, CC. Okay?

Well, sure.

We're friends, aren't we?

You shouldn't play with that

strange little child.

-Well, who am I going to play with?

- Me.

You like to play bridge.

Ta-da !

Dear CC, we're spending

the summer at our beach house.

It's very peaceful here. I get

to ride horses and think a lot.

I miss you. It's fun to have

somebody to be silly with.

Ride?

All I ride is the subway.

Leona won't pay for me

to go to Julliard...

so I have to keep taking

dancing and singing...

from Miss Jean Kayton,

the freaky, fat vaudeville star.

The studio's in the cellar, which

means you only graduate...

when you're tall enough

to hit your head on the ceiling.

P. S. I hate my hair.

Okay, then we have Hillary

Whitney on Little Clementine.

Stop daydreaming, Hillary.

Let's go.

Dear CC,

Sometimes I get sick of words...

like ''proper;' ''well-bred;'

''cultured.''

I go through life thinking

everyones watching me.

Are they?

Well, things are pretty good

in the Bronx.

I hate school, and I like

taking singing lessons.

I got to sing at my father's

dry cleaning convention.

I was a hit.

See you later, alligator.

Cecilia Carol Bloom.

Dear CC, Ive decided

to study law...

and Im convinced Ill have

some effect on the world...

rather than end up in a mindless

woman's club like my Aunt Vesta.

I ended up

choosing Stanford...

because four generations of Whitneys

went there, all men, of course.

But, mainly, I have to confess,

because it's co-ed.

Dear WASP Queen...

Leona gave me a great present

for my 21st birthday.

She moved to Miami.

Im on my own now, and

Ive got a flat, a can of mace

and a subscription to Variety.

Im all set. P. S. How's college life?

Arent you done yet?

Now is the month of May

Dear CC, I went

on my first protest march...

and my father

called me a radical.

He doesn't understand

the whole world's falling apart

while he's playing golf.

Sorry my trip east

didn't work out, but Dad just

wasn't feeling well enough.

Will I ever see you again?

Call or write soon, will you?

Love, Hillary.

I was just about

to commit suicide...

by taking an overdose

of vitamin A...

when your letter arrived telling me

Im a genius and don't lose heart.

Ive decided to live, even though

I never get any work...

Ive got no agent, and Im deeply

Lonely during this festive season.

Thank you. Next, CC Bloom.

Let's move along, kids.

Okay?

From, uh, from letter ''G.''

And just kind of medium,

not too bright.

- Hi.

- Hi. Go.

You got to win a little

Lose a little

And always have the blues

a little

That's the glory of

That's the story of love

My mama told me

that's the glory of love

Merry Christmas.

Next, T. Kuhn.

Whatever will be

will be

The future's not ours

to see

Ah, who needs Broadway?

I think what I really am

is a jazz singer.

At least, that's what

Im gonna try to be this week.

I got a job at a nightclub.

It's a hot spot,

and Im packing 'em in.

How's lawyer life?

By fashion and foppery

Im never discussed

Attending the ''opree''

My box would be a bust

I never shall have

that Park Avenue air

But Im in such health

Why should I care

The hip that I shake

Doesn't make People stare

But Ive got such health

What do I care

The sight of my props

Never stops a thoroughfare

But I still got my health

So what do I care

Your face is your fortune

So some wise man spoke

My face is my fortune

That's why Im totally broke

My ship ain't come in

but I grin white I bear

'Cause Ive got

my vitamins

A, B, C, D

E, F, G, H

I still have my

Got no diamonds

Got no wealth

I got no man

but I got my health

Thank you. Thank you.

Youre just too, too kind.

Thank you, guys.

Did you catch that set,

Harry?

Those people were crazy

about me, so I was, uh--

- I was wondering if you could

Lend me 50 bucks till payday?

- No.

What the hell is this, a piano bar

or a Nazi work camp?

Im singing my heart out

for bubkes, peanuts !

Im living on dog food,

and you can't give me 50

Lousy bucks you already owe me.

Harry, you--

You're an angel, honey.

If your mother hadn't been such

a b*tch, we could have shared

something important.

Last call.

Grace,

give me a Stinger.

- Harrys buying.

Ain't that right, Har?

- Mm-hmm.

CC Bloom?

Yeah?

Oh, God. Ive dreamt about

this moment for so long.

I can't believe we're actually

in the same room together.

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