They Won't Believe Me Page #3
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- 1947
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I tried to make excuses.
You could've taken a nail off. Called
away on business. Or had an accident.
Anything.
When the magazine transferred
me to the West Coast,
I still hoped you'd explain it.
Last month I saw Greta.
She said she never even
considered breaking up.
It was a pretty shoddy lie of yours,
wasn't it?
I don't suppose you feel quite
Who was that?
The girl I used to know in New York.
She's pretty.
An old flame of yours?
Hardly.
For the next week or so,
I got home later each night.
Or maybe I should say each morning.
Until one particular morning.
A rectangle of light
from the library door caught my eye.
That must be an interesting book.
before you went to bed.
Sorry. I got mixed up
with some customers.
Sit down, Larry.
Why so serious?
I just couldn't get them to go home.
Larry, do you remember Janice?
Why, sure.
- I saw her a couple of weeks ago.
- So did I.
Do you realize how much she hates you?
Well, I have a faint idea.
You must've had a cozy talk with her.
How come?
that you'd taken up with her again.
Janice?
Of course that was before
What are you talking about?
In away, I could understand
about Janice.
She's a nice girl. Attractive. Smart.
But, Larry. A little tramp.
Who's been giving you all this dope?
Trenton?
What difference does that make?
Not any, I guess.
What do you intend to do?
I bought a ranch near Owens Lake.
Up in the mountains.
Away from everything.
I'm going to live there for a while.
With or without me?
It's up to you.
You sort of run in a pattern, don't you?
Tell me something.
When you found what Janice...
Did you already have this
house and train reservations?
No, Larry. I didn't.
Oh, I will say one thing.
When you do move, you move fast.
Not fast enough to break the pattern.
I must've lost my self-respect
the day I married you.
I can make all the moves
but the one that has any reason.
I can't walk out, Larry.
You'll have to do the walking.
You can come to the ranch with me.
Or you can start off
on your own with your girlfriend.
I'll have to know tomorrow.
- Hi, darling.
- Hello, baby.
I missed you this morning.
Where were you?
At home.
Too lazy to come to work?
No work to come to.
I'm no longer the Ballantine
of the celebrated brokerage house
of Trenton and Ballantine.
You've quit?
You might put it that way.
Tell me about it. What happened?
Greta.
She sold my interest back to Trenton.
Why?
That certainly takes
a load off my mind.
Let's have another round to celebrate.
Celebrate what? My being out of a job?
No.
That we don't have
to hide things any more.
Oh, that.
Don't worry, Larry. We'll make out.
Maybe you haven't heard.
The dough goes with Greta.
I've heard. Trenton thought
about a long time ago.
That's why I think we ought to go slow.
What do you mean? Go slow?
Well, I want to be sure
the job is right.
No bitters this time, George.
I don't get this.
I don't get where you'd be living while
you're looking for this right job.
Well, that's what I'm trying to explain.
You know I love you, Verna.
But we've got to figure this carefully.
Larry, I'm asking you a question.
Which one of those are you
going to be seeing? Her or me?
Well I guess her for now, Verna. But...
Know what, Larry?
You've just witnessed
a memorable occasion.
The one time in my life
when I was on the level.
It didn't last long, did it?
That drink is yours, George.
The rat on my left will pay.
He's got a rich wife.
I don't remember much
about the drive to the ranch.
I was in kind of an emotional blackout.
Numb.
I'd sold out again.
But what I felt was the feeling
of a prisoner towards his jailer.
In a way, she was a jailer.
For both of us.
He wanted us to be alone. To
wall off the outside world.
Lot just behind a door
marked " Do Not Disturb. "
She'd found a place all right.
In the center of the rise of foothills.
Hidden from everything but sky.
A cold clear stream with trout in it.
Quail and dove in the fields.
with adobe and stone.
Set in a grove of fine old trees
for summer shade.
Built 100 years ago by a Miguel Domecq.
On land given him by the king of Spain.
made it into a summer home.
Had put in electricity and hot water.
Fireplaces and a walk-in refrigerator.
Comfortable furniture.
All we had to do was move in.
What do you think of it, Larry?
I'll have to buy a sombrero.
And some spurs.
- How many peons go with the place?
- None.
Who's gonna take care of things?
Just the two of us.
That'll be cozy.
What about the mail? Groceries?
Telephone?
There's a general store
about 3 miles down the road.
They leave the mail on
a box on the highway.
And the telephone?
I had the telephone taken out, Larry.
In the days that followed,
Greta seemed happy.
She found a friend.
a weakness for sugar.
And she found a brand-new world
over the shoulder of rock
that cut the ranch off
from the mountains beyond.
Trails that hadn't
changed since the Indians
used them to raid the
settlers along the coast.
Quartz formations
with fool's gold glittering in the sun.
Desert plants with spines
that tore our riding boots.
All kinds of wildflowers.
But her happiest discovery was a
few hundred yards from the ranch.
base of the waterfall.
Sometimes we'd go there together.
Down a path so steep and rocky
the Palomino couldn't follow.
He'd stand above,
waiting patiently for Greta's return.
There was a pool in the valley,
dark and mysterious.
Constantly in motion.
She liked it there.
I can't tell you why.
Maybe something told her the pool had
a solution for everything for her.
And for me too.
But all the time,
I had to get to Los Angeles.
without arousing suspicion.
But I couldn't.
And then, one afternoon,
the solution came.
Supplied by Greta.
Larry, I just had a wonderful idea.
What?
What do you think about
building a guesthouse?
I thought you passed a law about guests.
Oh. Not a permanent law.
And besides, you could hardly
call Aunt Martha a guest.
- Aunt Martha?
- Yes, She is thinking of coming out.
And it would be fun to build anyway.
You could drop the specifications.
I don't know the first thing
about specifications.
Then will get an architect.
- Where?
- In Los Angeles of course.
We can get the name of one.
I know one named Harwell.
Good. What you run up to the store and
called for an interview right now.
- Hmm?
- Okay.
And will you make an appointment
for me at the salon?
My hair needs doing.
And we need groceries too.
You want me to go with you?
No, that's all right.
I'll be right back.
I called Harwell.
And made a date for Thursday.
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