The Gay Sisters Page #10

I WON'T BE A PARTY

TO A CONSPIRACY.

EITHER YOU GET THAT CHILD

BACK HERE BY TOMORROW,

OR YOU GET YOURSELF

ANOTHER LAWYER.

WHY ARE YOU:

SO RESTLESS?

STOP PACING LIKE A TIGER

IN THE ZOO OR SOMETHING.

BUT IT'S RATHER NEW

FOR ME TO HAVE A FAMILY.

LET ME GET USED TO MY EMBITTERED

EXISTENCE IN MY OWN WAY.

WELL!

ISN'T THAT NECK JUST A WEE BIT TOO LONG?

IT'S A GIRAFFE'S NECK.

GIRAFFES HAVE VERY LONG NECKS.

OH, I SEE.

DO YOU LIKE:

TO PAINT, AUSTIN?

YES, SIR, UNCLE GIG. I DRAW, TOO.

YOU BET YOU DO!

I'LL TELL YOU

WHAT WE'LL DO.

WHAT?

WE'LL GET A COLOR BOX, AND

WE'LL PAINT A PICTURE TOGETHER.

THEN WE'LL HAVE SOME

REALLY GOOD PAINTINGS, HUH?

LOOK AT YOUR FACE!

WHAT'S WRONG

WITH IT?

IT'S FILTHY! GO AND WASH

IT, AND YOUR HANDS, TOO.

AND MIND YOU,

GET ALL THE PAINT OFF.

I WILL,

AUNT EVELYN.

WHY DON'T YOU PAY

YOUR BILLS SOMETIME?

YOU SHOULD TALK.

THE GAYLORDS HAVEN' PAID A BILL IN 20 YEARS.

OH, WE'VE MANAGED

TO SURVIVE.

AND SO WILL I.

WHERE'S MY PORTRAIT?

I DON'T SEE IT ANYWHERE.

I PAINTED:

OVER IT.

YOU DIDN'T.

SURE I DID.

WHY?

WELL, THERE'S NO USE

WASTING GOOD CANVAS.

DID YOU LOSE:

INTEREST OR, AH,

DID YOU FIND:

A BETTER MODEL?

WHAT DIFFERENCE:

DOES IT MAKE?

WHAT AM I:

BURIED UNDER?

BROOKLYN BRIDGE:

ON A FOGGY MORNING.

WELL!

IT'S THE FIRST TIME I'VE

EVER SEEN THE BROOKLYN BRIDGE

WITH BLUE EYES AND A GAYLORD

CHIN ON A FOGGY MORNING!

NOSY DAME,

AREN'T YOU?

SO YOU'RE NO GOING TO FINISH IT.

NO.

COWARD.

I'VE MISSED

THOSE SITTINGS, GIG.

WHY DID:

YOU STOP?

BECAUSE I DIDN'T INTEND

TO MAKE LOVE TO YOU.

BUT YOU:

WANTED TO.

THAT'S MY BUSINESS.

YOU REMEMBER THAT?

DANCE WITH ME?

NO, THANKS.

OH, WELL. YOU'RE PROBABLY

A ROTTEN DANCER, ANYWAY.

YOU KNOW VERY WELL

I'M A GREAT DANCER,

AND I DANCE AS I DO

EVERYTHING ELSE,

WITH DASH, VERVE,

AND ORIGINALITY.

THAT REMAINS:

TO BE SEEN.

AUNT EVELYN!

LOOK, AUNT EVELYN.

DIDN'T I WASH QUICK?

YES. YES, AUSTIN,

YOU DID.

A MINUTE LONGER MIGH HAVE BEEN TOO LATE.

CHARLES BARCLAY, STANDING HERE

SO SMUGLY WITH HIS COURT ORDER,

THREATENING ME, TELLING

ME WHAT HE'S GOING TO DO.

WELL, I'LL DEFY HIM

AND THE COURT-

BLAST THEM ALL TO BLAZES-BU I WON'T SACRIFICE MY PRIDE!

FIONA, TRY-

WOODLAND-HOW DID I KNOW HE'D REMEMBER

WOODLAND? DIGGING UP OLD COPEY.

IT'S EASY TO SEE

HOW HE GOT AHEAD.

I KNOW WHAT I'LL DO.

THE MOMEN EVELYN GETS BACK-

SHE WON'T BE BACK.

WHY NOT?

IF GIG'S THERE,

SHE WON'T BE BACK.

OH, WHAT'S GIG

GOT TO DO WITH IT?

OH, FIONA, HOW COULD YOU SEND EVELYN

OUT THERE, GIVE HER THAT CHANCE?

HOW COULD YOU, FIONA?

I DON'T KNOW WHA YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT.

DON'T YOU KNOW

SHE'S MAD ABOUT GIG?

DON'T YOU KNOW SHE'S BEEN

TRYING TO TAKE HIM AWAY FROM ME

EVER SINCE:

SHE CAME HERE?

GIG AND EVELYN?

YOU'RE CRAZY.

NO, I'M NOT.

SHE'S BEEN SEEING HIM

ALL THE TIME.

OF COURSE SHE'S

SEEN HIM.

HE COMES HERE TO THE HOUSE, AND HE...

HOW CAN A NICE, SENSIBLE GIRL LIKE

YOU IMAGINE SUCH IDIOTIC THINGS?

IF ANYTHING LIKE THAT HAD BEEN

GOING ON, I WOULD HAVE SEEN IT.

NO, YOU DON' SEE IT, FIONA.

ALL I KNOW IS I LOVE GIG

YOUNG, AND I'VE LOST HIM.

HELLO.

YES. YES, EVELYN.

WHERE ARE YOU? I THOUGH YOU STARTED BACK LONG AGO.

IT'S WHAT? RAINING?

WELL, YOU'RE NOT GOING

TO WALK BACK-OR ARE YOU?

CLIMATE CAN STAND A LITTLE RAIN.

YOU'LL BE BACK

IN THE MORNING?

NO, I DON'T SEE. IF GIG HAD ANY

SENSE, HE'D CHASE YOU OUT OF THERE.

AND YOU NEEDN'T TAKE THA INJURED TONE WITH ME, EVELYN.

WHAT DO I THINK:

YOU'RE UP TO?

WELL, I'D TELL YOU BUT I

DON'T WANT MY PHONE TAKEN OUT.

LOOK HERE, EVELYN, I WAN YOU TO COME BACK NOW-

HELLO?

HELLO? OPERATOR,

I WAS CUT OFF. I-OH.

I'M SORRY, BUT I'M AFRAID YOU'LL

HAVE TO PUT ME UP FOR THE NIGH OR PUT UP WITH ME,

WHICHEVER WAY YOU LIKE.

WE'RE PRETTY

PRIMITIVE HERE.

I'M NOT AS CIVILIZED AS I LOOK.

I'M TIRED.

IT'S TIME YOU

NIPPED INTO BED.

YOU GOING:

TO BED, TOO?

NOT YET.

COME ON. IT'S TIME

YOU HIT THE HAY.

GEE, DO I

HAVE TO, GIG?

UNCLE GIG.

HE WANTS ME TO CALL

HIM GIG. AND I'M BUTCH.

OK, BUTCH.

OK, GIG. GOOD NIGHT, AUNT EVELYN.

GOOD NIGHT,

BUTCH.

SUSANNA, ARE YOU

STILL AWAKE?

SUSANNA, I...

SASKIA.

SASKIA!

SASKIA, I DON'T WANT ANYTHING

SAID ABOUT THIS TO ANYONE,

NOT EVEN TO EVELYN.

IT WAS AN ACCIDENT.

YES, MISS FIONA.

ANYONE COULD TAKE AN

OVERDOSE OF THIS STUFF.

I DON'T THINK YOU OUGHT TO

HAVE IT AROUND THE HOUSE.

I'M ALWAYS READING IN THE

PAPERS HOW PEOPLE CAN'T SLEEP,

AND THEN THEY GET UP,

AND THEN THEY-

EXACTLY. I'LL THROW

THE REST OF IT AWAY.

OH, AND SASKIA,

STAY RIGHT HERE.

DON'T LEAVE HER TILL

I GET BACK HOME.

YOU'D BETTER

GO TO BED.

WHY?

YOU'RE CRUSHING ME.

MAKING LOVE TO YOU.

OH, GIG.

HOLD ME CLOSE.

OH, DON'T LET ME TALK.

DON'T LET ME THINK.

SOMEONE, LET ME IN!

GIG! EVELYN!

IT'S FIONA.

I'M GLAD

YOU'RE STILL UP.

TAXI, YOU CAN WAIT.

I WON'T BE LONG.

ANYTHING WRONG?

NO.

NO, I THINK EVERYTHING'S

GOING TO BE ALL RIGHT.

THEN WHAT BROUGH YOU DOWN HERE?

A TAXI. IN SPITE OF THE

RAIN, THEY'RE STILL OPERATING.

RAIN?

TORRENTS OF IT. DIDN'T EVELYN TELL YOU?

WE PRACTICALLY HAD TO FORD THE RIVER.

EVELYN, I WANT YOU TO GE YOUR HAT, COAT, AND AUSTIN.

WE'RE GOING BACK

TO TOWN.

WHY CAN'T WE WAI TILL THE MORNING?

BECAUSE I DON'T TRUST YOU TILL MORNING.

YES. I'LL

WAKE UP AUSTIN.

SO YOU COULDN'T RESIST A

CHANCE TO PLAY BIG SISTER.

I'VE GOT ANOTHER

SURPRISE FOR YOU.

YOU'RE GOING BACK TO

ENGLAND ON THE NEXT CLIPPER.

YOU'LL PERSONALLY

GUARANTEE THAT?

PERSONALLY.

I SHOULD THINK AFTER THE MESS

YOU'VE MADE OF YOUR OWN LIFE,

THAT YOU'D LEAVE

MINE ALONE.

IT'S NOT YOU I'M

THINKING OF. IT'S SUSANNA.

WELL, WHY SHOULDN'T YOU

THINK ABOUT ME?

I'M YOUR SISTER, TOO,

YOU KNOW. AND I LIKE GIG.

MAYBE I LIKE HIM A LOT.

YOU'VE NO RIGHT TO.

I'VE GOT AS MUCH RIGHT TO AS

YOU HAD TO MARRY CHARLES BARCLAY.

NOT WHILE YOU HAVE

A HUSBAND.

THAT'S HITTING

BELOW THE BELT.

IT'S AN OLD

GAYLORD CUSTOM.

WHAT DO I CARE:

ABOUT YOUR CUSTOMS?

THAT'S ALL YOU EVER THINK

ABOUT-THAT AND YOURSELF.

IT'S AN OBSESSION

WITH YOU.

YOU NEVER SEE ANYTHING

THAT DOESN'T CONCERN YOU.

IT'S YOUR HOUSE,

YOUR SON, YOUR PRIDE.

WHAT DO I CARE:

ABOUT THAT OR THE ESTATE

OR YOUR FIGH WITH CHARLES BARCLAY?

IF YOU WANT TO RUIN YOUR OWN

LIFE, THAT'S YOUR BUSINESS,

BUT I WARN YOU,

FIONA-

WELL, I GOT HIM UP. HE'S

SCRAMBLING INTO HIS CLOTHES.

HA! POOR KID,

HE WAS HALF ASLEEP.

I'LL HURRY HIM UP.

STILL THE SAME OLD

FIGHTING FIONA.

SHE'S PRETTY IMPRESSIVE

WHEN SHE GETS GOING.

SOMETIMES FORGETS

THAT I'M A GAYLORD, TOO.

LET ME SEE, NOW. THIS

IS WHERE SHE CAME IN.

I DON'T LIKE

TO BE INTERRUPTED.

I'M SLEEPY,

MISS GAYLORD.

WELL, YOU CAN

GO BACK TO BED:

AS SOON AS:

WE GET HOME.

ARE YOU READY:

TO GO?

QUITE.

PUT HIM TO BED, EVELYN.

TAKE HIS THINGS.

RIGHT, GENERAL.

COME ON, BUTCH.

MR. PEDLOCH? I HOPE

I DIDN'T WAKE YOU.

I JUST WANTED YOU TO KNOW,

I'VE BROUGHT AUSTIN BACK.

YES, I'M WILLING

TO SETTLE WITH BARCLAY.

GET THE PAPERS:

DRAWN UP RIGHT AWAY.

YES, HE GETS

THE HOUSE, TOO.

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