Love Letters Page #3

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Nor is the woman the same.

Nonsense!

Every returning soldier feels that way.

But he gets over it.

You can't permit yourself

to think about it.

You can't.

Alan, you can't let yourself

go to pieces like this.

Mother, the doctor told me

I've done a wonderful job of putting

all the pieces of me back together.

That's not what I mean.

Why are you avoiding people?

Why don't you show

an interest in anything?

Why do you sit at home with yourself

playing that senseless game?

Because it senseless.

What's the matter with you, Alan?

You've been back long enough

to decide what you want to do.

I have decided.

You mean you're not going

to live in Beltmarsh?

Yes. I'm going there next week. Monday.

But, Alan.

He never told us anything about it.

Mother, why argue?

If Aunt Dagmar has the good sense to die

and leave the place to Alan.

We shouldn't interfere.

It'll be good for him.

Essex is such dull barren country.

There's a place in Essex

called Longreach.

What about it?

Nothing.

It's just a name I heard somewhere.

What are you laughing at?

I think the jokes on you, old man.

You were not too fond of Beltmarsh

nor of Aunt Dagmar, as I remember.

You're right,

I never was very fond of her.

And somehow I'm sorry now that I wasn't.

Good night, Mother.

Helen won't like Beltmarsh.

We'll ask Helen to see it for herself.

As for me, I don't intend

to live anywhere else.

If it's what you want to do.

It's what I want.

Today, mother. Tonight, father.

Good night.

- You know how parents are.

- Yes, here.

Thanks.

You're wise to get out of here.

I don't think they realize it.

But they're glad I'm going.

Of course you can't blame them.

I have nothing to give them.

They have nothing to give me.

How about one last fling

together before you leave?

My leave's up Tuesday. So let's make

it a last party for both of us.

Party? I know a girl in Bloombury.

Just the right sort.

We'll make it Monday night at her flat.

Just a few guests.

You can go to the station from there.

Straight from the train to Beltmarsh.

If you wish, it'll be better than

all the usual goodbye kisses.

Derek, how good to see you.

Dilly, here's my brother Alan in person.

At your own risk. You asked for him...

now take the consequences.

I'll take them. How do you do?

Why all the flattering interest?

Oh, for obvious reasons.

I hope I'm not so obvious.

But I don't mind sharing you

with the others to begin with.

- This is Grace Foley, Lt. Stafford.

- How do you do, Alan?

- This is Grace Campbell.

- How do you do?

And this is Singleton.

Just Singleton?

Just Singleton.

Hello?

What's your name?

What's your name, kid?

Alan is leaving for the country tonight.

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