Come Back, Little Sheba Page #7

I'm awfully unhappy, Mom.

Don't you think just for a little while?

Just until I've made up my mind

what to do.

All right, Mom.

Oh, no. No, it wouldn't

do any good for you to come here.

I'II... I'll let you know if I need you.

Thanks, Mom.

And... tell Daddy hello.

You forgot your bag, Doc.

- I don't know how to thank you.

- We'll see you later.

- If there's any trouble...

- Call us any time. So long, Doc.

And good luck.

Lola?

Lola?

Doc?

Daddy... are you all right?

Yes, I'm all right.

Honey, please don't stand like that.

Like I was gonna...

I'm sorry, Doc.

- How have you been?

- Oh, I'm all right.

I've been fine.

I got a letter and a telegram from Marie.

She and Bruce got married.

After all our worrying about her.

- Did you like Bruce?

- He was awful nice. Like I expected.

Marie wrote something awful nice.

She said you really kept her

from falling for Turk.

- I hope she'll be happy.

- Oh, sure, Doc.

We're gonna be happy, too, Daddy.

Did they treat you all right?

Don't ever leave me.

Please don't ever leave me.

I don't know what I did or what I said.

I can hardly remember anything.

But please forgive me.

I'll try to make everything up.

I'd never leave you, Daddy.

You're all I got, Doc.

You're all I ever had.

- I feel better already.

- Yes, so do I.

Did you have any breakfast?

No. When the doctor told me I could go,

I thought I'd wait till I got here

and make breakfast myself.

No, I'll get you some breakfast.

Come in the kitchen

and I'll get you a hot breakfast.

I'll scramble you some eggs.

Come on, Doc.

You sit down and

I'll get you your fruit juice.

And we got bacon, too, Doc.

My, it's expensive now, you know.

There you are, Daddy.

I'll light the oven

and make you some toast.

- And Doc, we got orange marmalade.

- It looks different here.

Oh, sure, I fixed it all up. We got

new curtains. I painted the ice box.

- Looks nice.

- It's gonna stay nice, too.

I had another dream

the other night, Doc.

- About Little Sheba?

- About everything and everybody.

Marie and I was going to the Olympics.

Only it was back in

our old high school stadium.

There was thousands of people there.

Turk was in out in the field,

throwing the javelin.

Every time he threw it,

the crowd would roar.

You know who the man in charge was?

My father.

But Turk kept changing into somebody

else, so my father disqualified him.

Then he had to sit on the sidelines.

Guess who took his place, Daddy.

You. You came trotting out

on the field just as big as you please.

- How'd I do, baby?

- Oh, fine.

You picked up the javelin like it was

real heavy, but you threw it, Doc.

You threw it clear up in the sky.

It never came down again.

Then it started to rain.

I was going nearly crazy

'cause I couldn't find Little Sheba.

There were so many people,

I didn't know where to look.

You was waiting to take me home.

So we walked and walked

through the mud and the slush.

People was all crowding around us.

And then... This is the sad part, Daddy.

All of a sudden, I saw Little Sheba.

She was lying

in the middle of the field, dead.

I felt terrible, Doc.

Nobody else paid any attention.

But I cried and cried.

It made me feel awful.

That sweet little puppy.

Her white fur all smeared with mud.

No one to stop and take care of her.

- Why couldn't you?

- You wouldn't let me.

You kept saying, "We can't

stay here, honey, we gotta go on."

- Ain't that strange?

- Dreams are funny.

I don't think Little Sheba's

ever coming back, Doc.

- I ain't gonna call her any more.

- Not much point in it, baby.

I guess she's gone for good.

I'll fix your eggs.

It's good to be home.

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