Between Two Worlds Page #2

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I DON'T KNOW.

ARE YOU AFRAID, DEAR?

NO.

TELL ME, DARLING...

ARE YOU SORRY?

NO...

I'M NOT.

YOU'RE COLD.

COME.

COME INSIDE.

ANN.

LOOK!

MY HANDS,

THEY ARE STEADY.

I CAN PLAY.

I CAN PLAY AGAIN.

OH, ANN,

THIS IS WHAT I WANTED-

A WORLD TO OURSELVES.

NO SLAUGHTER,

NO HATE AND HOUNDING,

NO BROWNSHIRTS,

NO BLACK SHIRTS.

ALL THE UGLY, TERRIBLE THINGS THA PEOPLE DO TO ONE ANOTHER SHUT OUT.

ALL THE UGLY,

TERRIBLE YEARS FORGOTTEN.

WHY, ANN...

THIS IS WHAT WE WANTED-

A WORLD IN WHICH

THERE WAS ROOM FOR MUSIC...

FOR LOVE.

YOU WEREN'T WORRIED

BEFORE, WERE YOU, DEAR?

IT WAS JUST THE COLD,

THE WIND.

YES, THE WIND.

OH, I'M GLAD, HENRY.

I'M NOT WORRIED.

IN PAIN OR DOUB OR ANYTHING ELSE

THAN ALONE BY MYSELF

IN THE SUNSHINE...

NO MATTER:

WHAT COMES,

NO MATTER:

WHAT MIGHT HAPPEN.

I SAY,

I'M FEELING AWFULLY ODD.

TIRED.

IT'S NO WONDER,

YOUR REVERENCE,

AFTER WHA WE'VE BEEN THROUGH.

YES, OH, YES.

THE EXCITEMENT,

EXHAUSTING.

IT'S FRIGHTFULLY SILLY

OF ME, MRS. MIDGET,

BUT I CAN'T SEEM

TO REMEMBER.

WHY, REVEREND, THERE

ISN'T MUCH TO REMEMBER.

IT'S JUST THE...

THE...

WHY...LET ME THINK

FOR A MOMENT.

I'M...SOMEHOW

ALL CONFUSED.

I- I DON'T KNOW WHY.

THE SUDDEN:

CHANGE, SIR.

OF COURSE.

HOW STUPID OF ME.

THE SEA AIR.

THAT'S ALL IT IS.

I DO BELIEVE:

I OUGHT TO GO TO MY CABIN

AND LIE DOWN FOR A BI BEFORE DINNER.

THERE'S PLENTY

OF TIME, SIR.

I WANTED TO STAY,

TO CHAT AWHILE...

BUT I'M TIRED...

VERY TIRED.

BENJAMIN.

OH, UH, YES.

I'M SORRY. I...

MUSIC.

I WISH:

IT WOULD STOP.

OH, NO.

MUSIC LIKE THA:

TAKES YOU BACK TO OTHER

TIMES, OTHER PLACES.

I DON'T KNOW

WHAT YOU'RE SAYING.

WELL,

IT'S SET ME THINKING.

THE DAYS WHEN I'D JUS COME BACK TO LONDON

FROM CAPE TOWN:

THE SENSE OF EXCITEMEN I HAD THEN,

THE CONSTANT FEELING THA SOMETHING MILDLY WONDERFUL

WAS GOING TO HAPPEN TO

ME NEXT DAY, NEXT HOUR.

WHY, I NEVER HEARD YOU

TALK LIKE THIS BEFORE.

I NEVER KNEW YOU TOOK

ANY INTEREST IN MUSIC.

NEITHER DID I.

IT IS STRANGE, ISN'T IT?

ALL RIGHT, SO IT IS STRANGE

TO HEAR ME TALKING THIS WAY.

I DON'T KNOW

WHAT'S GOT INTO ME.

MAYBE I MEAN IT.

MAYBE WE COULD:

BEHAVE OURSELVES

AND LIVE SOMEWHERE

LIKE HAPPY, DECENT PEOPLE.

MAXI, WHAT DO YOU SAY?

LET'S BREAK IT UP,

THAT'S WHAT I SAY.

IT'S A NICE,

SENTIMENTAL NUMBER,

AND A BAR'S ALWAYS

A SENTIMENTAL PLACE.

LISTEN, DARLING,

WHO ARE WE KIDDING?

WHO ARE YOU,

MR. ONE AND ONLY?

WHAT AM I,

GOLDILOCKS?

YOU'RE A BROKEN-DOWN

NEWSPAPERMAN:

WHO DRINKS TOO MUCH.

ME? WELL, I'D BE THE FIRS LADY OF THE THEATER ONLY...

I'M THE

INTELLECTUAL TYPE.

I KNOW YOU,

AND YOU KNOW ME,

SO LET'S BOTH FORGE THE WHOLE THING.

PLEASE.

MAXI, YOU GET ME.

YOU DO THINGS TO ME

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