Holiday Affair Page #4

I hope it will...

...you'll be getting a lot next Christmas

you won't be able to guess.

You don't have to get me anything.

- Timmy, you go to your room.

- No.

- Do what your mother says.

- I don't wanna. You can't make me.

- Timmy.

- Now, wait a minute, son.

I'm not your son,

and you can keep your old camera.

- You go to bed.

- You can keep your hands...

...off of my mother too.

Carl, leave him alone.

Carl, get your hands off my boy!

Carl.

- I'm sorry, Carl.

- Good night, Connie.

Carl?

Go to bed and you don't get any supper.

Thanks.

What happens now,

bread and water for a week?

Ha. I come to return a few packages,

and look what happens.

Well, it didn't have anything

to do with you.

Oh, it didn't?

You didn't tell Carl about me.

It wasn't important.

Well, maybe not telling him

made it seem important.

He went out of his way

to say "hands off" to me...

...and to take possession of Timmy.

That may be why the kid flared up.

Oh, I don't think so.

Ha. Fine welcome you got,

after all the trouble I put you to.

Well, I wanted to see

the Ennises at home.

Well, you certainly saw them.

But if people would just let us alone...

I mean...

I don't know what I mean.

Goodbye, Connie.

And I'm not coming back.

Well, now, what brought that on?

I think it'll save us both a lot of trouble.

I might fall in love with you.

It's not impossible.

Might even ask you to marry me one day,

and you'd say no.

Not that you're not right,

but what makes you so sure?

I think it's written all over the walls.

You want everything just the way it is.

The status quo. You and Timmy.

No changes.

You even got him wanting it.

Go on. Don't stop now.

Connie, look.

Don't make him grow up, help him.

He's a wonderful kid.

Let him be a kid for a while.

Stop trying to make him over

into your husband.

- You don't know what you're talking about.

- Well, you call him the man of the house.

Mr. Ennis.

You get upset when somebody

doesn't think he looks like his father.

You even keep fooling around with his hair

to try to make it look like the picture.

Why don't you quit trying to hang on

to something you've lost?

Is that all?

Take another look

in that crystal ball of yours.

There must be something else.

Whatever happened to this girl?

You ever see her around?

You're so sure of everything.

Half an hour's talk in the park...

...and you set yourself up

as one of the wise men of the East.

Except that you're wrong.

On every single solitary point, you're wrong.

- For instance?

- That I don't want any changes.

I want everything just as it is.

I suppose that's why

I'm gonna marry Carl.

Well, that could be.

If you do, you're going to have

a problem with Tim.

I'm not going to have any problem

with Tim. He loves Carl.

Mm-hm.

There's a poem that runs roughly,

"Each man kicks the things he loves. "

- That's not why he kicked him.

- He's got other reasons?

No child is happy

when his mother remarries.

It takes time to make the adjustment.

Of all the people to tell someone

what's wrong with them.

You and that philosophy of yours.

You'll be 90 before you build a canoe.

You thought it was so interesting.

Well, now I don't.

Okay, Connie. I'm on my way.

Do you mind if I say goodbye to Tim?

Hello, who is it? Oh, hi, Joey.

Wish I could come over, but Mom

sent me to bed with no dinner, darn it.

Bye, I gotta go now.

Hello.

Hello, Timmy.

Sorry I was so bad in there.

Yeah, you kicked up quite a fuss.

- Think he's really mad at me?

- No.

Next time you see him,

tell him you're sorry. He'll understand.

- He looks like a pretty nice guy.

- He is.

I don't know why I was so mean in there.

I let them swim in the bathtub every day.

Once one of them got kidnapped

in the vacuum cleaner.

Then I went to the rescue to rescue him.

You ought to get them

a hyacinth blossom.

I'll see if I can find one for you.

They like to nibble on it.

It's like catnip for cats.

How do you know?

Oh, they had some in a toy department

where I once worked.

How did Mom get you fired?

That door.

- I can hear things through it sometimes.

- Uh-huh.

Especially when you put your ear

next to it.

I, uh, drilled a hole in my bedroom floor

when I was a kid.

So I could look down into the living room.

But how did Mom get you fired?

Oh, I sold her a train,

and then when she brought it back...

...I didn't do something

I was supposed to.

A little electric train? Red and silver?

- With a whistle and a?...

- Oh, you saw it, huh?

- Yeah, but don't tell Mom.

- Oh, I won't.

I opened the package and took a peek.

I thought it was for me, but it wasn't.

Gee, it was sure a swell train.

Timmy, you know when you got mad

in there?

- Mm-hm.

- Well, sometimes when I get mad...

...I find out it's about something

different than what I thought.

That ever happen to you?

- Guess we're a lot alike.

- Ha.

I guess we are.

Well, anyway, do you suppose it was not

getting the train you were really mad about?

I don't even let myself

think about it anymore.

Because I know I can't have it.

Look, Timmy, let me show you something

I learned when I was a kid.

Here.

Hop up.

Now, you take the ball

and try to hit the moon on the blackboard.

Now, aim right at it.

Oh, heck.

Okay, don't give up. Now, try again...

...and this time, aim a little bit higher

than the moon.

- That's it.

- I hit the moon!

That's the idea.

You see, if you aim higher

than your mark...

...you've got a better chance

of hitting the mark.

So if you wish real hard for something...

...maybe you might get it.

That's what my teacher said.

But I don't know.

I wished and wished for the train

till my stomach hurt.

But Mom took it back anyway.

Well, that shouldn't make

a big fella like you quit.

Goodbye, Tim.

- I hope you have a wonderful Christmas.

- Thanks.

I'll see if I can't

rustle you up a little supper.

Don't worry.

When I'm bad,

Mom gives me supper anyway.

Oh!

Merry Christmas.

- Hello, Carl.

- Hi.

Oh, thank you.

Well, I wish I'd have had time

to get home and get pretty.

The flowers were lovely, Carl. Thank you.

And so was the note.

Made me feel very sought-after.

You are sought-after.

Jean.

- Oh. Thank you.

- Wish to order now, sir?

- No, later.

Two martinis, please. Very dry.

- One with two olives.

- Yes, sir.

I'm sorry about last night, Connie.

It was my fault. I don't know why

I didn't tell you about Steve.

Oh, I don't care about him.

That wasn't what bothered me.

It was that

"Take your hands off my boy. "

- Well, you know I didn't mean that, Carl.

- No, I don't know.

Let me tell you how I feel about it.

If we do get married, and I hate that "if,"

Timmy can be one or two things to me.

He can be your son that lives

in our house...

...and I'll be very nice to him.

Or he can be our son.

But in that case,

I'll bawl him out and spoil him...

...and discipline him

and worry about him and love him.

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