Come Back, Little Sheba Page #3

You better have something for me.

Sometimes I think

you don't even know I live here.

It's been two weeks

since you brought me anything.

If you can't do any better,

I'll have to get a new postman.

You'll have to get someone to write you

some letters. Nothing for you.

I was just joking.

You knew I was joking, didn't you?

I bet you're thirsty. Come in and

I'll get you a nice, cold glass of water.

Come in and rest your feet for a while.

I'll take you up on that.

I've worked up quite a thirst.

You sit down there. I won't be a minute.

Won't be a minute.

Feel free to ask me for a glass of water

any time you wanna.

That's what we're here for,

to make each other comfortable.

Thank you, ma'am.

- I hope you can't taste the cantaloupe.

- Is that what it is?

- I'll get you some fresh.

- No, this is fine.

You haven't been our postman

very long, have you?

You postmen have things pretty nice.

I hear you get a nice pension

from the government after 20 years.

I think that's fine. It's a good job, too.

You may get tired,

but it's good for a man to be outdoors

and get a lot of exercise.

My husband is a chiropractor.

He has to stay inside his office

all day long.

The only exercise he gets

is rubbing people's backbones.

But it makes his hands

awful strong, you know.

He's got the strongest hands

you ever saw. But a weak digestion.

- You want any more?

- No, thanks.

You know, my husband

is Alcoholics Anonymous.

He wouldn't mind if I told you.

He's proud of it.

He hasn't touched a drop in over a year.

All that time, we've had a bottle of

whisky in the kitchen. Just for company.

He hasn't even gone near it.

Doesn't even want to.

Alcoholics can't drink like

ordinary people. They're allergic to it.

They start drinking and they can't stop.

Liquor transforms them.

But if they leave liquor alone,

they're perfectly all right.

They're just like you and me.

You should've seen Doc

before he gave it up. He was awful.

He lost all his patients,

he didn't wanna go to the office.

He just wanted

to stay drunk all day long.

You wouldn't believe it now.

He's got all his patients back.

- He's doing just fine.

- I know Dr Delaney.

I deliver mail to his office.

He's a very fine man.

- You don't drink, do you?

- Just a few beers once in a while.

I don't think that stuff

is good for anybody.

- You got any kids?

- I got three grandchildren.

We don't have any and we get these

toys in our boxes of breakfast foods.

I usually save them

for the Coffman kids, but you take it.

- That's very kind of you.

- That's all right.

Goodbye, Mr Postman.

You're gonna get a letter

if I have to write it myself.

- Thanks. Bye.

- Bye.

Taboo.

It's Taboo, radio listeners,

your 15 minutes of temptation.

Won't you join me?

Won't you leave behind your routine,

the dull cares that make up

your day-to-day existence,

the little worries, the uncertainties,

the confusions

of the workaday world?

Follow me where pagan spirits

hold sway,

where lithe natives dance

on a moon-enchanted isle,

where palm trees sway

with the restless ocean tide.

Restless, surging on the white shore.

Won't you come along?

But remember... it's taboo.

I hope we're not disturbing her.

I didn't hear you come in,

I was half asleep.

I brought Turk home

to pose for me. In there.

- Pose?

- For my poster for the spring relays.

I have to do it for life class.

I had to grab him when I could.

Lucky I got my track pants on.

- What's he gonna do?

- Strip. Down to like this.

I thought you meant

he was gonna pose naked.

Men models seldom do.

- Is Turk a model?

- Lots of college athletes pose for us.

They like to be stared at, I guess.

The women pose naked

and the men don't?

Men are more proper.

If it's all right for a woman,

it oughta be for a man.

The man always

keeps covered. Ready?

- Is this all right?

- Over here, please.

It'll be tough not holding a javelin.

- What about the broom?

- I'll manage.

- It'll be just the thing.

- Is she always around?

She's not so bad.

Look, I want your left foot here.

- I'd rather have you pose for me.

- Ain't that good, Marie?

- That's fine.

- Nice of you to trouble yourself.

I'm glad to help.

What about a little music?

That's nice, Marie.

That's real artistic. I wish I was artistic.

I'll get you something cold to drink.

- She makes me feel undressed.

- Aren't you?

- Ain't she seen a man before?

- Not a big, beautiful man like you.

You know, you're gonna

get yourself into trouble.

Get back.

Hello, Dr Delaney.

You know Turk Fisher, a classmate.

- Hello, Daddy.

- Hiya, Doc, what's up?

- Marie's doing a drawing.

- I'm entering the poster competition.

Lunch ain't ready,

but it won't take a minute.

Here. Make yourselves at home.

Cottage cheese and buttermilk.

- How does that sound?

- Fine.

What happened to his clothes?

Marie's doing a drawing

for her life class, Daddy.

Why doesn't she draw him

in his clothes?

It's not the same, Doc.

You see, this is a life class.

They just draw bodies.

They all do it in the classroom.

It's not right. I don't care

if they do teach it at college.

Marie shouldn't do things like that.

But he's just posing for her.

Marie says lots of the athletes do it.

They fuss because they haven't

any children. They had one who died.

I can think of more interesting subjects

than them.

- You asked.

- I just meant he didn't care for me.

Doc is sort of tense. He used to be sick.

And getting old is no fun, I guess.

Yeah. Our age is the time.

- You said it.

- We don't want to waste any of it.

Turk, just hold that pose.

I'm almost finished.

Why doesn't she draw something else?

Flowers, a cathedral, a sunset?

All I know is Marie says if she does

a good drawing of Turk,

they'll use it for the posters

in the spring relays.

So I guess they don't want sunsets.

Suppose somebody walked in.

What would they think?

Well, if you think it's wrong, Daddy,

I won't let them do it again.

- I just don't like it.

- I don't see any harm in it.

- No harm? She's engaged, isn't she?

- Well, it ain't set yet.

All right. If anything happens

to that girl, I'll never forgive you.

- Mrs Delaney.

- Who cares about her?

- I'll get it.

- Yes, it's probably for you, Daddy.

Hello? I'll call her.

- Who is it?

- It's for Marie.

- Yeah, but who is it?

- Marie, telephone.

Thanks.

Hello? Oh, hi.

Aren't we the big shot now?

Nice record you chalked up today.

- Turk was the star of the track meet.

- Oh, Turk!

I'm getting ready now. I'll be waiting.

OK.

- Where you going?

- Dance and whatnot.

I used to be popular, wasn't I, Doc?

Remember the homecoming dance,

when Charlie Kettlecamp and I

won the charleston contest?

Remember how mad you was when

he thought he ought to bring me home?

- I did not get mad.

- Oh, yes, you did.

Charlie was all right.

You was just jealous.

- I was not jealous.

- Yes, you were, Doc.

You got jealous when we went anyplace

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