No Man of Her Own Page #7

But it didn't really

do you justice.

They never do.

What is it about Jerry?

Oh, nothing to worry about.

I suppose I shouldn't drop in

at a time like this.

I guess you're all excited

about him getting out tomorrow.

Pardon?

Well, you're expecting your

husband tomorrow, aren't you?

Yes, he's due from

South America.

Yeah. Yeah, of course.

Could I have a drink?

Certainly.

Yeah? Well, phone over there

and see if I'm wrong.

He's right across the river.

Why didn't he send for you

at a time like this?

Why didn't he let you in on it? I'll

tell you why, he's not that kind.

Why, if he was ever square with

himself, he'd take poison to get even.

But that's just what

I like about him.

I don't care if he took a rap or

100 raps, I'm for him just as heavy.

You're wasting your time, Miss Everly.

Happens I'm in love with my husband.

What? After all this?

Are you on the level?

You know, blondes have more spunk

than they're supposed to have.

Ever noticed that?

He always was

partial to blondes.

Yes.

Would you like another drink?

Thanks.

Say, I'm oozing out

of town tomorrow.

Don't say anything to Babe

about this, will you?

No.

If he asks about me,

just tell him that I've gone

cuckoo and I'm through with him.

No, no. Don't do that.

When I'm finished with a guy, I'm

finished. He'll have to find that out.

Well, good luck.

Well, anyway,

the liquor was good.

Goodbye, Mrs. Stewart.

Goodbye, Miss Everly.

Don't bother.

I know the way out.

Well, why didn't you call me?

What did she want?

Oh, darling, isn't it grand?

It's just like I told you,

he's coming by plane.

He'll be in tomorrow.

Must be in New York, I guess.

Other people knowing it

before a man's own wife.

Why are you crying?

Can't a girl cry

if she's happy?

Say, what do they sell

in South America?

(EXCLAIMING)

Shawls, dolls, Indian baskets, panama

hats, monkeys, love birds, coffee.

What do you want?

Well, it's got to have

a South American label.

Here. This pottery. Valparaiso.

See it on the bottom?

No, Connie. No. Honestly, I haven't

seen him in nearly three months.

I tell you,

he's in South America.

Hasn't he cabled you or anything? Yes.

Once a week punctually.

You see?

Oh, Charlie, let's stop

kidding ourselves.

I know Jerry hasn't been

in South America.

He was sent to Blackwell's

Island for three months.

And you know it

as well as I do.

All I want to know is why he

was sent there and what happened.

All right. Babe wasn't sent up.

He walked in and handed himself up.

Yes, and on the very night

he was supposed to sail.

I got a kind of a hunch

he's in love with you, Connie.

He wanted to get

the mud off his shoes.

Well, when does he get out?

He's out.

Well, where is he?

Why isn't he home?

Well, give him a chance. They

only let him out this morning.

You sure?

Positive.

That's all I wanted to know.

Charlie, Charlie, now be a good

little boy and run away. Oh, Charlie.

Hello, darling.

Mr. Vane, this is my mother.

How do you do?

How do you do?

I was just out on my way over to

Grant's Tomb. Would you care to join me?

Why, that would be lovely,

but I'm expecting...

Mother, Mr. Vane means I'd

like to see Jerry alone first.

Well, I got the lilies

and the roses,

but I still say hollyhocks

would have been nicer.

They have a sort of a home touch.

Don't you think so, Mr. Vane?

Yes, I like roses.

(DOORBELL BUZZING)

Now, let me look at you.

No, darling,

let me look at you.

There you go.

Starting an argument right on.

Come here, you.

Well, tell me something.

No, just let me look at you.

Well, tell me everything.

Well, let's see.

Look, I picked this guy up

in Rio. Named him Glendale.

Yeah, and, honey, lucky he didn't die

on board. Oh, it's such a rough trip.

Oh, no kidding. The third day out,

the waves broke over the top deck.

That great big ocean liner,

would you believe it?

Oh, honey, it was

a regular hurricane.

And you should have seen

the excitement on board.

Why, they even had the passengers

put on their life belts...

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