Daisy Kenyon Page #2

when I'm through with it.

He ain't paid.

That's okay. I'll take care of that

and double the rest.

- 8883 Park. Just get going.

- Okay.

- Hello, Miss Kenyon.

- Hello.

- Am I too early?

- No, I'm a very sloppy gal and never on time.

- A friend dropped in, and I couldn't start changing.

- That's all right.

I've got a whole week before I

report back, so take your time.

Come on in and mix yourself a drink,

will you?

Right there.

I won't be too long.

Well, hello, beautiful.

How do you do? Yes.

- You still here?

- I should say.

Everything seems to go wrong when

you're in a hurry. You know how it is.

Ah, it's all right.

We've become very close friends.

- You like Tubby?

- Ah, he's a beauty.

I think it's stopped raining.

Would you like the Brevoort for dinner?

I haven't been there since before the war.

I'd love it.

Where are your ribbons?

Oh, I must've left them

at the cleaners.

You must've been worse off at that party

last night than you thought you were.

I'm always worse off

than I think I am.

Don't you remember

giving these to me?

I always give them away when I find

somebody who will listen to me.

Why did you ask me 400 times

last night if I were real?

Why not?

Nothing else here is real.

When I came back from Europe

the first time after V-E Day...

they changed Sixth Avenue into something

called "Avenue of the Americas. "

It wasn't New York.

It wasn't home.

That's why I went back to Germany

with the Army of Occupation.

Hmm. Germany, where nothing

was changed, of course.

You going to be in the army

all your life?

I'd intended to, until I met you.

- Miss Angelus tells me you're a yacht designer.

- Used to be.

I remember now. You designed

the Lapham Six Meter.

There were beautiful photographs of boats

in the magazines by a Susy Lapham.

- Was that someone in your family?

- My wife.

Say, what is it with you guys?

Don't any of you ever go back to the wives

you left when you went to war?

Excuse me.

- Hello?

- Your cab, lady.

I took that party up to Park.

He said to come back, you'd be waiting.

Be down in a minute.

Seems my friend sent

his cab back for us.

They're hard to get in the rain.

He must've been lucky.

He was. He took mine.

Sure, let's go.

He can be very rude at times.

He was, I suppose.

I didn't notice.

We were talking about your wife.

You were, yes.

She's dead.

Okay, honeybunch.

Well, don't you worry. If they get you,

I promise to visit you in Leavenworth...

with flowers.

- Good night.

- Danny, darling.

The office telephoned again. There

just isn't a drawing room on that train.

They tried and tried.

You wanted it to work in, didn't you?

What did you think I wanted it for?

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