Married Life Page #5

some soup for you?

I'll help you.

There's nothing

you can do, really.

There isn't.

It's just soup.

It just needs

heating up.

Go and sit.

I'll miss you.

I'll be back

in a minute.

Go on, fix yourself another drink.

What's the matter, Kay?

You're very

thoughtful tonight.

Well, I have

good cause to be.

Then what's the matter?

For heaven's sake,

tell me.

Don't just sit there.

What's wrong?

Harry,

I don't want you to

get the wrong idea.

The wrong idea?

What wrong idea

could I possibly get?

Kay, what's wrong?

Harry,

there's no one who means

as much to me as you do.

The way you do.

And there never has

been since Ron died.

I just can't go through

with this thing, dearest.

I've given it

a lot of thought.

I don't think

it's fair to Pat.

I don't think

it's fair to you

or me.

Please, Kay,

don't do this.

Don't you see she would

always be between us?

Would she?

I doubt it.

I want to be happy.

With you.

Well, I, for one,

cannot take that chance.

I would have liked to have married

you, Harry. But not like this.

We can't build our happiness on

the unhappiness of someone else.

Some people could,

but not people with our

burden of conscience.

What other way is there?

Harry,

this is as hard for me

as it is for you.

Then don't let's make

a final decision tonight.

I won't feel any

different tomorrow.

Let's just see if we could get

through to the end of our lives

without further damage.

Thank you for

your past kindness.

And for tonight's dinner.

Harry, please don't

let it end like this.

Like what?

In bitterness.

Don't let it end

like that, either.

You think I'm a monster,

don't you?

I think you might have

let me know a bit earlier.

You did the right

thing, dear.

It was so quick.

May I...

May I have back the letters

I wrote to you, Kay?

Now?

It's easier for both of us

if the letters are

out of the way.

I can burn them.

I'd rather have them.

Harry,

they're all over the place.

Well, burn them

tomorrow morning, Kay.

The whole lot.

Without fail. Please.

Harry.

You...

Let's pretend

that I'm

just running down to the

store to get a bottle of gin.

Or, better yet,

that I was never here.

I've lost

everything tonight.

And I'd rather

not think about it.

I'll be in bed by 11:30,

as usual.

Here you go.

Are you aware you have only one

rear light working on this car, sir?

No, sir, I'm not aware.

Well, don't take

my word for it.

Why don't you step out of the

car, and check for yourself?

No, that's all right,

I believe you.

Can we just

do this quickly?

Step out

of the car, sir.

It's just a bad

connection.

Let me see your

driver's license.

Well, surely you're not going

to give me a summons for this?

You're not driving

without a license?

No. No.

Sure I... Here.

You in a hurry, sir?

No.

But I should

get back home.

Well, you should've

thought of that

before you decided

to break the law, sir.

But I haven't

broken the law.

Everything's in order.

Good, thank you.

You're free to go.

All right. Thank you.

You're home early.

Are you all right, Harry?

I must've dozed off.

Oh, dear, what's wrong?

I want you to know.

Know what?

How much I need you.

I know, darling.

I've always known that.

Funny, I could swear

this bottle was half empty.

I think my mind is going.

We must be getting older.

Yes, we are.

A bit too set in

our ways, aren't we?

Yes.

I love you, Pat.

I love you, too.

Harry?

Why don't we take a trip

somewhere, just the two of us?

I would like that.

How was the picture?

Fine.

It was a good picture.

And so Harry and Pat

Allen resumed their lives together

in that way couples do.

Kay and I waited till the

next winter before coming out.

I guess we want to be

kind in our own way.

To let the pain

subside for Harry.

She's a doll.

You're a lucky man.

I suppose I am.

You are.

Couldn't happen

to a nicer fellow.

Aw...

Thank you, Pat.

How serious is it?

Oh, it's very serious.

The most serious

I've ever been.

There's something

really great between us.

So, marriage?

Yes, marriage.

If she'll have me.

Of course she'll

have you, Rich.

How could she not?

Wait, wait,

wait, wait.

A toast.

To Richard and Kay.

To us.

To all of us.

To life!

It was later that night

that Harry told me everything.

It was a funny story,

in its way,

about a man who tried

to poison his wife,

and then found he would

be lost without her.

Three words.

The drummer boy

is on a road.

And so we were married,

Kay and I.

We were meant

for each other.

Harry was my best man.

Did we build our happiness

upon the unhappiness of others?

That's for you to judge.

Road. Road. Road.

Whoever in this

room knows what goes on

in the mind of the person

who sleeps next to you...

Road to Morocco!

...please, raise your hand.

I know you can't.

Not honestly.

Thank you.

I appreciate the drinks.

Good night, pal.

Your turn. Take care. Good night.

Thank you.

Good night!

Harry Allen was the

most noble man I'd ever met.

He never once talked

to me about his loss.

Come on, boy!

In fact, I now believe

it was a new beginning.

It's funny, isn't it?

What we do for love.

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