Beware, My Lovely Page #2

Now, uh, oh, yes, why don't you

put the rugs on the front lawn

and then they'll be

out of your way?

All right.

Need any help,

Mrs. Gordon?

No, thanks! I'm just

getting some boxes.

Mrs. Gordon,

if you don't mind,

I'd like to take my coat

somewhere else.

Your coat?

Yes. You see, I didn't know

it was a storage closet.

It might get dirty.

It's my only coat.

Oh, well, I have

a cedar closet upstairs.

You can put it there

if you like.

Yes.

Soon as I get rid of

these, I'll take it up.

If you'll tell me where the

closet is, I'll take it up.

Oh, it's the first door on the

right at the top of the stairs.

Wouldn't want you running

upstairs on my account.

Operator, 4892, please.

Yes, thank you.

Uh, hello.

This is Mrs. Gordon.

Would you get

Mr. Anderson for me?

Hello, Mr. Anderson? Uh, I've got

quite a Christmas list for you.

Thank you.

Very well, then.

I'll expect him.

Late this afternoon?

Oh, thank you. I appreciate it.

Bye.

Would you like me to

help you trim the tree?

Oh, no, thank you. I just

wanted to look at them.

I really think we should

get on with the work now.

Mrs. Gordon.

Yes?

You're not dissatisfied with

the work I'm doing, are you?

Why, no. So far

you're doing very well.

Then you weren't...

Telephoning anybody

about me, were you?

Why, no. Why should I?

Besides, who would I call?

I don't need

any references.

I was just phoning

about some groceries.

You see, I'm very anxious

to make good on this job.

I always try to do my best. I work

very hard, but nobody realizes it.

I get paid, but...

Howard,

what's the matter?

I'm sorry.

That's all right.

Something's troubling

you, isn't it?

Would you like to

tell me about it?

No, it's nothing.

Oh, now, haven't you

ever been troubled

and talked things over

with one of your friends?

I haven't any friends.

Just because you work for me is

no reason why we can't be friends.

Yes, it is.

Why?

Because I'll only be

here for today, Mrs. Gordon.

I'll... clean

your house, do my job,

and be gone and forgotten as far as you're

concerned and looking for the next job,

wherever that is.

Oh, now, that isn't

necessarily true.

Why, you might fit in here

very nicely. I like you.

You need the work, and I

certainly need someone to help me.

You mean, maybe

I could come back?

Yes, we might even have

a regular day every week,

perhaps even two.

Oh, that would be fine.

But it won't

work out that way.

Oh, why not?

This will be just like

all the other jobs.

Most people

only have me once...

or at best twice.

Perhaps they

can't afford it.

Why do they have me

in the first place?

Well...

Please forgive me for saying this.

It's really none of my business.

But you know, if you keep

things too long within yourself,

you forget how to share

your troubles with others.

You shut everyone

away from you,

as you're doing now.

Don't you see?

What I'm trying

to say is...

I know what it is

to be lonely, too.

I think I'd better

get on with my work.

Of course. I didn't

mean to offend you.

I know you didn't.

If you need anything, I'll

be upstairs. Just call me.

Aunt Helen!

What- who are you?

Howard Wilton.

What are

you doing here?

Working.

Where's my Aunt?

Upstairs.

Oh.

Aunt Helen, I'm back!

What do I have to do now?

Nothing, dear!

Just go home.

You'll only be

in my way.

Thank you.

Well, that's that. I'm

starved. How about you?

No.

Want some

potato chips?

Nope.

I'm glad Aunt Helen

finally found herself

A nice-looking man

to have around the house.

Did you see

Mr. Armstrong?

Yes.

Not much, huh?

I said to Aunt Helen

only the other day,

if you're going to have a man

around, at least have a lively one.

After all, just

'cause you're a widow

Doesn't mean you have to turn

yourself into an old maid.

Good heavens, Uncle Ned's

been dead almost two years.

But I guess once you've been married,

you can't ever be an old maid again.

Not exactly. Can you?

I know one thing.

Aunt Helen won't be quite so

lonely anymore with you around.

Not very talkative,

are you?

Gee, when I see nice, shiny floors

like this, I feel like dancing.

Do you like to dance?

No.

Do you know how?

No.

Maybe you'd like

to learn.

No, I wouldn't.

I don't know when I've had less

cooperation in my entire life.

You think I'm funny?

Not particularly.

I don't like

being laughed at.

Well, aren't you

the bundle of nerves.

Listen, you, I don't see many

men around polishing floors.

It's a woman's job.

Who do you think you are?

It seems to me there's better

ways for a man to make a living.

Oh, Howard...Howard.

How long have you been

watching me, Mrs. Gordon?

What are you

talking about?

Would you like me to work

faster? Is that what you want?

Are you well?

Are you well

enough to work?

Yes, of course I am.

Big hero, isn't he?

That's my husband.

He was killed

during the war.

Killed?

Yes.

Oh, I see.

Now it all fits.

I'm alive, and he's dead.

It should be the other way

around. Isn't that what you think?

How can you say

such things?

Because it's true, that's why.

You're ill. Let's

put the work away.

Put the work away!

Now you don't want me to

do the job, is that it?

You're just like

the army.

There was a job to be done there,

too, but they wouldn't let me in.

Now you want me to stop

in the middle of this.

I think you've said

enough.

You'd better leave. I'll pay

you for the time you've put in.

How dare you?

You're not going to make me

feel weak the way they did.

That room full of men.

I was just as strong...

just as good

as they were.

I failed.

And they offered me

coffee and donuts.

Tried to tell me they were

doing it all for my own good,

that I wasn't well.

While the others

were signing up...

I had to sit there like a

tired old man and sip coffee.

I'm sorry.

That's all right.

I'm tired.

Yes, I know.

I understand.

I really think

you should go home now.

I don't know

where my home is.

You don't know?

No.

Where did

you come from...

when you arrived here

this morning?

I don't know. I... told

you, I forget things.

But you must

have a home.

A room someplace.

No.

Sometimes... when I

start out in the morning,

I say to myself...

remember to come back here tonight,

this is where you live,

but I can't remember.

I can't remember.

Well, don't worry.

Between us, we'll... we'll

straighten out everything.

Will we?

Yes, of course.

We can call the...

There are places

we can call.

No, don't call!

Why not?

They'll ask questions...

questions that I wouldn't

be able to answer.

But don't you

understand?

If anyone

questions you,

it would only be in

an effort to help you.

No, don't call.

But, Howard,

you're ill.

It would be

sensible to get-

No! That's what I've

been trying to tell you.

I've had enough of them.

Please, don't get

any doctors around here,

they wouldn't understand. Not

the way you do. You understand.

I can feel it,

I can-

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