From the Terrace Page #2

It sounded like

long distance.

He said, "Don't

wait with dinner."

We fixed for

Miss Trimingham early.

Miss Trimingham?

Yes. Come on, Josephine.

Help me with these bags.

You'll find your old room...

just exactly the way

you left it, Mr. Alfred.

Nellie, who's Miss Trimingham?

She's your mother's trained nurse.

Trained nurse?

For the drinking, Mr. Alfred.

Alfred.

Oh, my Alfred!

Oh.

Ohh...

Mother, you all right?

Ohh.

Oh, forgive me.

How horrible.

I'm so excited

and awkward.

Oh, but you're home.

Yes, Mother.

Oh, oh, darling, don't.

Don't look at me.

I didn't want you

to see me like this.

I'm so tired,

and I'm not feeling well.

Couldn't we save everything

for tomorrow...

when I'll be at my best?

We'll make believe

there was no tonight...

and that you

came home tomorrow...

and we'll say all our hellos

as they should be.

Sure, Mother.

Here comes your father.

Now make allowances.

He's not at his... best.

Here we are, Sam,

and look who's with me.

My boy. Home at last.

Hello, Father.

Hello, Father?

Is that all after all this time?

No. There's a lot more.

Yes, I should think

there would be.

Now what've you done

to yourself?

Oh, she just tripped and fell.

Doesn't he look wonderful?

Yes. Let's get in the house.

Now, Sam, what

we've decided is...

we're not going to say

our hellos tonight.

We're all much too tired...

and tomorrow we'll all

be fresh as a daisy.

How was the war?

O.K., I guess.

We won it.

Oh, have you met my son?

Alfred, this is Miss Trimingham.

How do you do?

Welcome home.

Up we go.

Oh... cool sheets

and heavenly rest.

Good night, Alfred.

Sleep as late as you like...

and remember, you're

coming home tomorrow.

Tonight never even happened.

The house looks good.

Yeah. Your mother touched it up

a bit here and there.

You've put on a couple of pounds.

Soft living in the navy.

I suppose you're sleepy.

I was up at quarter to 6:00

this morning.

Not a very good time

to talk now anyway, is it?

No, I guess it isn't.

I guess I'll go upstairs, too...

if it's all right with you.

Father?

Yeah?

Nothing. Good night.

Good night.

She doesn't need you now.

Well, Mr. Alfred, how does it feel

to be home again...

and seeing

your mother and father?

Things don't change, Nellie.

They just get more so.

Huh?

We got ginger ale, seltzer,

and no liquor.

Where's the liquor?

Your father keeps it

under lock and key.

Good night, Mr. Alfred.

Good night.

[Samuel] Even the servants

in your own house...

know about you.

[Martha] I'm tired.

I'm sick. Leave me alone.

I'll leave you alone...

when you tell me

everything I want to know.

Who else saw you together?

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