Housesitter Page #2

Ooh! This is fabulous!

Oh, I love it.

We're back where

we started from.

Ooh, yeah, it's where I live,

above the restaurant.

I told you it was close

but you said you wanted some air,

so we went for a walk.

Listen.

Could I use your phone

to call a cab?

- Do you mind?

- Sure, why not.

Good night, Ralph.

Good night, Mary.

Hello!

In return for waitressing,

I get to live here rent free,

which actually works out

really well for him in taxes,

and then what I earn is the tips,

which is really great.

You'd be surprised how well you can do,

particularly with that Hungarian thing.

Your lock's busted.

Yeah, I know. I've been

raggin' on Karol about that.

- Who's she?

- He.

He's the guy who

owns the Budapest.

Funny name for a guy.

Yeah, it is.

- Newt.

- Huh?

I saw it on your driver's license,

Newton Davis.

What kind of name

is that anyway?

Only my father

calls me that.

Yeah, my dad's name

is Bernard.

Bernard? That's kind of

a "Newtony" kind of name, isn't it?

Bernard.

Oh, Dad.

I remember I used to curl up on his lap,

watch "Howdy Doody" with him,

roll down his socks

and tickle his feet.

Anyway,

this is my place.

It's cozy. I like what you did

with the drape thing.

- Yeah, well, I'm no architect.

- It's nice.

I like the way you used

the negative space.

- You're interesting.

- Really?

Yeah, you're so...

average.

Guess you better show me

where your phone is.

Whoa!

I don't have a phone.

What?

Oh, I can't afford it.

I figured I didn't know anybody in town,

so I just didn't get a phone.

But I asked you if I

could use your phone.

- That's not what you asked me.

- That is exactly what I asked.

You did not. You asked me if you

could come up here and sleep with me.

You know that

as well as I do.

You said yes.

May I stay?

Yeah.

Dobb's Mill.

Watch your step getting off.

Thanks.

Bye.

- Hi, Mary.

- Hi, Dave.

Milk, juice...

cereal and bread.

So, Hazel,

we're lookin' at $23.85.

Should I put that on your account?

- Thank you, Travis.

- Okey-doke.

- Hey, best to Stuey.

- All right.

Potato, tomato,

avocado,

pint of ice cream

and steak.

So, miss, we're

lookin' at $34.63.

Right. Put that on the

Newton Davis account, please.

- I beg your pardon?

- Newton Davis, 611 Hillside.

I know Davis,

but he doesn't have an account here.

- Wait, you're Travis, right?

- And you are?

Yeah, he told me

about this store.

Great place! It reminds me

of when I was growing up.

My grandfather had a store just like

this in a little town in Ohio.

Uh-huh?

And your relation to Davis is?

Oh, gosh,

where do I begin?

It all happened

so fast.

I mean, well, I came here really just

to get the house together and everything.

He doesn't even know

that I'm here.

I told him I went to see my sister

because she was pregnant in Toledo.

I thought it would be

so great to surprise him,

which I hope I do.

I met him and then

he said to me...

what a great little town

this was...

and what a fabulous house he built

and the truth is, I'm his wife.

You're telling me,

you and him are hitched?

Yeah. I hardly

believe it myself.

Excuse me.

Excuse me.

- Hi. I'm sorry.

- Hi.

I couldn't help

but hear.

- You're married to Newton Davis?

- Yeah.

- I'm Becky.

- Becky?

- Metcalf.

- Becky Metcalf?

Oh, Davis told me

all about you.

I'm Gwen.

Did he tell you about me?

- No, I didn't even know he was married.

- Oh, well!

We really haven't told anybody yet.

It was kind of that crazy thing we did.

We did it on the

spur of the moment.

That's Davis.

- Hi, Becky.

- Hi, Marge.

- Tell me, how is he doing?

- Oh, he's great.

Well, you know.

He's such a fabulous guy.

Nowadays, it's hard to tell if a guy's

gonna be there when you wake up.

And you're living

in "the" house?

Starting to. Just getting groceries,

housewares, pots and pans.

- The hardware store is over there.

- Oh.

- Come on, I'll introduce you.

- Thanks.

Aren't you nice?

I don't have the cash

for all this.

Oh, don't be silly.

On your account.

- Harv, grab a... Harv?

- Huh?

Grab a percolator

off the shelf.

Now, you bring Davis around so we can

congratulate him, that sly boots.

- Well, I've gotta run.

- Okay.

Maybe I'll call you

for dinner sometime?

Great!

Seems like the marriage

is off to a good start.

Yeah, so far

it's been ideal,

kind of like I died

and went to heaven.

Oh, hi!

Great chair!

- You work here?

- Yes, ma'am.

I love it. You could practically

live in this chair, you know?

I don't see how.

- How much?

- It's twenty dollars.

How 'bout I give you

fifteen?

Well, no,

it's twenty dollars.

I'll tell you what.

I'll give you seventeen cash.

We only take cash.

- Do you deliver?

- Free of charge.

All right, you've got a deal.

Do you think you could

have it delivered by tonight?

What was that address again?

- 611 Hillside,

that house Newton Davis built.

- That house is vacant.

- Well, we're moving back.

I'm Gwen.

I'm his wife.

Mine's George.

I'm his father.

All I can say, sir,

is that I apologize.

Frankly, I was the one who,

after your son just...

swept me off my feet,

decided that maybe it would

be best if we waited...

and see if the marriage was gonna work

before we told our families about it.

Of course, Newton said,

"Oh, you're just way too levelheaded.

You should be

more impulsive."

Maybe he's right,

I don't know.

But I just wanna say

that you guys raised...

the most caring,

sharing man.

Thank you.

Uh, Edna, any comments?

Why,

I don't believe it.

- You don't?

- I just don't believe it.

- Which part?

- Tha... tha... that he could be so...

insensitive,

so irresponsible!

Because it's just like him, Edna.

The boy hasn't changed a bit.

What does he think

marriage is?

And this question goes for

you, too, young woman.

What do

young people today...

think marriage...

is?

You don't mean like

write an essay?

It's because of our

little dispute, isn't it?

Is that why he kept this marriage a secret?

Yes, it is.

But he feels really badly

about all this, Mr. Davis.

Why, you'd never know it

to talk to him.

Perhaps because you

don't talk to him, George.

- He's the one who never calls or visits.

- George!

- You babied the boy, Edna.

- Mr. And Mrs. Davis,

Newton is really sorry

about, um, you know.

And, uh, he just

talks about it all the time.

In fact, he talked about it

the other night and he cried.

- You hear that, George?

- I'm right here, Edna.

My boy cried.

Why don't you

pick up the phone...

- and call the boy.

- I don't think that would be a good idea.

For the time being, why don't you

send messages through me.

George?

Well, suppose you...

Oh, just tell him please,

for God's sake, come home.

Oh, George.

Um, come in.

Come in!

Hello!

- Edna!

- Hello.

- Oh.

- Good morning. Is it morning?

Oh my.

- But if this isn't a convenient time...

- No, it's fine. Come in.

- I didn't mean to come before you...

- That's all right. I'm awake.

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