Ladies They Talk About Page #6

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so I hung around.

Looks like it did.

I tell you you're wrong.

Nan hasn't done anything. She came up here to see me

on a personal matter.

Yeah? Sure you're not covering up for her?

I never cover up for anybody.

You know that.

Looks kind of funny to me.

Can you keep a secret?

Why, sure.

Well, Tracy...

Nan and I are going to be married.

What? Oh, you're kidding.

What, you marrying Nan Taylor?

Isn't that right, Nan?

Well?

He said so, didn't he?

Okay. And if you say that's why she came here tonight,

it's okay with me.

Dave Slade and Nan Taylor. Well, I'll be doggone.

Well, so long, Nan.

Bye, Dave.

Seeya in church.

And, oh, Dave...

I don't want to butt in, but if I was you

I'd have a doctor look at that arm.

Bullet wounds can be troublesome.

He's right about that, David.

You have to see the doctor right away.

You didn't mean what you said

about us getting married, did you?

Well, it was your idea, wasn't it?

Well, can you beat that?

She actually has gone and married that Dave Slade.

Who?

That's a good picture of her.

You know, Nan was a swell kid.

I hated to see her go.

You bet.

She'd knock them cold in my beauty parlor.

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