Married Life Page #4

in Harry's shoes.

He's always trying to do

things with such perfection.

Well, I don't know

about that.

What I do know is you are.

Perfect, that is.

In my eyes.

You know, Kay,

it'll be hard to build

your happiness

upon the unhappiness

of somebody else.

Some people could.

But not people with your

burden of conscience.

Not this way.

Would you like to

come in for a nightcap?

Or a nightcap

to a nightcap?

Hmm.

A morning cap?

Well, just about.

I think even I

have my limits.

Okay. Good night.

Good night.

May I have that

cigarette you're smoking?

What's left of it.

Well, if you want.

Why?

Because it touched

your lips.

Good night.

I'd heard a Texan say

it once to a pretty brunette

after the liberation

of Paris.

It was corny, of course.

But it worked.

And it was from the heart.

October 26th.

Harry Allen is as sane

and as cool as you and I.

He was simply convinced that

for Pat to fall asleep forever,

without fear,

and in the bloom of her life,

involved no hardship at all.

What was the alternative?

A life of suffering

and loneliness?

The humiliation of

an abandoned wife?

Harry loved Pat too much

to allow that to happen.

You look especially

pretty this morning.

Thank you, darling.

Like one of those Sleep All

advertisements you see in the magazines.

"Drink a cup of Sleep All

and get eight hours of sleep

"and be a beauty like me."

I don't think they'd sell much

Sleep All if they hired me.

They'd sell plenty of

Sleep All with you, Pat.

You're prettier today

than you've ever been.

Thank you.

Let's feast this morning.

You know I shouldn't.

Eat, drink and be merry,

my dear.

I'll taste everything.

I promise, darling.

That's the paper.

Let me go down

and get it for you.

I feel like a queen!

Care for another

slice of toast?

Yes, please.

Not so much butter on it

this time, please.

Been having

indigestion again?

Not too bad.

Just the usual.

But you still take

your medicine?

Religiously, sir.

One spoon before bedtime.

Sometimes around lunch.

It depends.

That's good.

Have another sausage.

No, I shouldn't.

It took a long

time to prepare.

Honestly, Harry.

I don't know what we're gonna eat

the rest of the week for breakfast.

Harry?

Harry, have you seen

my medicine bottle?

What's going on in there?

I'm in the tub.

In the tub?

What on earth for?

I forgot to take

my bath this morning.

Guess I'm not

myself today.

I'll say.

Have you seen my

medicine bottle?

That last sausage

really did it.

What, the bottle?

Yes.

I have it here.

Why do you

have it in there?

Oh, my stomach's

bothering me.

Thought I'd steal a dose

from you, if you don't mind.

You poor thing.

What a messy day.

Uh...

Not much of a cook, am I?

Well, use the toothbrush mug,

not the rinsing cup.

The powder makes the glass

so hard to polish.

All right, will do.

Here you go.

Thanks.

You're not gonna

take it now?

Not quite yet.

I'm better.

I'll take a dose before

lunch, then another before bed.

That should repair

the damage.

I'm sorry.

It was a lovely breakfast.

A lovely gesture, darling.

Bye-bye, Harry.

Bye-bye, Pat.

Take care of yourself.

I will.

I'm sorry.

Don't be silly.

Harry.

Harry.

Harry, what do you think?

Excuse me

for a moment.

Operator.

I have been dialing

my home over and over.

And I get a strange tone.

We've had this

trouble before.

What's the number

you're calling?

Hold the line.

I'm sorry, caller,

that line is out of order.

Well, can't you fix it

right away? It's very...

I'll report it to

the engineer's department.

Daddy?

No, Charlie, put your

mommy on the phone.

Grandpa, is that you?

Call your mommy, Charlie.

When are you gonna come

and visit me, Grandpa?

I don't know, sweetie.

You go play.

Mrs. Walsh?

This is Harry Allen

from next door.

Listen, I wonder if you

wouldn't mind doing me a favor.

I've been trying to call my wife,

but the line's out of order.

You want

me to go over and see if she's in?

Yes. Yes, that's it.

Hold on a moment.

Shut up! Just shut up!

Mr. Allen?

Mr. Allen?

Yes?

There's no answer

at the door.

I could write a note for you

if you want, and slip it under.

Oh, that's so kind

of you, Mrs. Walsh.

Could you ask her

to call me?

She could use my

phone if she wants.

Of course.

Now, thank you,

Mrs. Walsh.

Goodbye.

Is everything all right,

Mr. Allen?

Why shouldn't it be?

I thought you looked

a little pale, that's all.

Nonsense.

I'm sorry if I snapped

at you, Miss Jones.

I think I might

be getting a cold.

You know how

I hate to be sick.

Oh...

I'll give you some of

my cold pills, Mr. Allen.

I have some in my desk.

They're wonderful.

Don't bother.

You take a red one

in the morning,

a green one at lunchtime, and a

yellow one before you go to bed.

So it doesn't matter

when you start.

I don't think

I really need it.

It worked

for my sister.

And Milt in shipping.

He swears by them.

I just want you

to be well.

Otherwise, Mrs. Allen

might catch it.

Mr. Allen's office.

Yes, of course.

Speak of the devil.

Hello?

Well, hello, Harry.

What's the matter?

Mrs. Walsh left a note on the

door, telling me to call you.

Nothing, really.

Oh, good.

I was worried.

It's not like you to

call during the day.

The line was out of order.

Where are you

calling from?

Mrs. Walsh's.

I was washing my hair when

she rang the bell before.

I'll call the phone

company from here.

And how's your tummy?

Better, thanks. I didn't

take anything for it.

I'll just take the usual

dose tonight before bed.

Oh...

There's this ghastly

dinner tonight

with some local

manufacturers.

I'll be late.

That's all I wanted to say.

That's okay.

I'll go see that movie

at the Arabian.

It probably won't

be there much longer.

It's supposed to be good.

Well, don't wait up for me.

Uh...

You know how

these things are.

I'll be in bed by 11:30,

as usual. I promise.

Bye-bye.

Harry, you must be frozen.

Come in.

I've got a fire going.

Would you like

a gin and tonic?

I'd rather have a whiskey

and soda, if you can spare it.

Of course I can

spare it, Harry.

It's yours, anyway.

You bought it.

Don't keep telling me that the

things I give you are mine, darling.

They're ours.

Well, then. Cheers.

And God bless.

God bless.

Amen.

If there is a God.

Don't you think

there might not be?

This cruel world.

Well, I like to think

there's a God.

Otherwise, how could we

explain all this hard rain

we've been having

all of a sudden?

Harry, are you

feeling all right?

Yes, thank you,

darling.

I feel wonderful.

I feel wonderful

when I'm with you.

You do look a bit off.

It's a little chill.

It's nothing.

I'm fine now.

Okay.

Well, you shouldn't have come

if you have a chill.

Not on a night like this.

And not be here with you?

No, thank you.

Best take a few aspirins

before you go to bed.

What's so funny?

Dear Kay,

I love you so much.

Nothing frightens me

when I'm with you.

Why don't I put on

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