Because of You Page #2

decompensation, if I can coin a phrase.

Which I don't understand.

His ability to cope with

emotional distress can fail.

Just the way ..

A damaged heart can fail

under too much strain.

Unfortunately, a man with

the emotional shakes ..

Can't be trusted controlling a plane.

Does that satisfy you?

But, maybe he wouldn't get depressed

if he were back flying again.

I'm afraid you'll have to

let us decide about that.

Of course doctor, I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to interfere.

I just thought I ought to report

the conversation. That's all.

I'm glad you did.

Hey, how about a couple of those.

There you are.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Oh, these remind me of home.

Home?

- Hmm. Oregon.

My people were farmers.

We used to get one of these ..

Every Sunday, right after church.

You know. There is something I

can't quite stop thinking about.

Hmm?

- Aren't you ..?

Why, you're not one of the

regular aides here, are you?

I'm a parolee, doctor Breen.

I report to my parole

officer once each month.

Until December the 21st.

- I just meant that ..

Looking at you, it seems impossible.

It's a long story.

Ignorance, circumstances and love.

You know. Same old story.

Are you still in love with him?

Oh, I've forgiven him

if that's what you mean.

He tried to save me.

The jury didn't believe him. That's all.

Does your family know about this?

Oh yes.

They wanted me to come home, but ..

Frankly, I'm ashamed.

I'm sorry. I've spoiled your evening.

- Oh no, of course you haven't.

Sometimes, I have to think about it.

Doctor, I've been meaning to ask you.

Could I have a few days off? There's a

personal matter I must take care of.

Well, how long have you been here?

Since January.

Of course I'll arrange it.

Fine. Thank you. Goodnight.

Uh ..

Don't forget to come back.

No, I won't. Goodnight, doctor.

Goodnight.

You've been out for months.

Why didn't you come up?

My parole office watched me like a hawk

until she got me in at the hospital.

You could have answered my letters.

I did.

Postcards.

Well I'm not very good at letters, Mike.

You sure look different.

I like your hair blond.

It's easier not bleaching it.

It don't look natural.

And those clothes. Not like

the clothes I used to buy you.

You were a doll then.

Now you're beginning to look

like when you came off the farm.

Well.

It's right anyway for a working girl.

And that's what I am now.

It's what I'm trying to say, Mike.

Except you're not telling

me who you're working.

No-one.

If you're just trying to

make me lose interest ..

I don't like tricks like that.

I'm not in love with anyone, Mike.

Oh, I'm sorry.

I tried to make it last.

I thought maybe if I ..

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