Out of the Fog Page #3

Is that it?

- Uhuh.

I guess I got that part

of the trick wrong.

Try it again. Take another card.

Why don't you do something you can do

rather than making a fool of yourself.

Stop!

- There's lots of things he can do.

You know, don't you Mr Propotkin. He was

the best football player at Boy's High.

First in his class.

"All-round George" they used to call him.

Now George is the best

auctioneer on the pier.

He's really a talented man, though it

only comes out when he's making a spiel.

Come on, George, show them.

Show them with feelings.

Stella, people are watching.

Do you mind mister, if

my friend makes a speech?

No, go ahead. It'll be a pleasure.

- Come on, George.

Make the echoes ring on the pier.

You know "what am I bid, what am I bid?"

Stella, stop it.

I'll never talk you again

unless you do this.

Stella, please ..

- Alright, I'll start for you.

What am I bid? What am I bid?

Who will say 5 dollars, 3 dollars, a dollar?

Fifty cents, ten cents, Who will

say a dime? A genuine antique ..?

Stella.

Hey Stella, what's wrong?

Anything I've done? Anything I've said?

No, it's not you George.

Please believe that.

It's just that I'm so fed up with things.

Every day just like the other. Get up

at seven, rush to the phone company.

"Wrong number? Just a minute,

please. I'll try them again."

Come home at night,

listen to mother nagging.

Meet you at the grotto, eat the same

food, listen to the same corny jokes.

I just can't take it any more George.

I just can't take it.

Don't you understand that?

- Well, sure I do, but ..

But I also know you'll feel

different after we're married.

I'll make you feel different.

I swear that.

You're such a good guy, George.

But why do you pick on me?

Because .. you're the girl for me.

You're my kind of girl.

But I'm not, George. Honest I'm not.

- You are.

I know from the bottom

of my heart you are.

You're a good, solid man, George.

I'm not like that.

You know what you

want out of life. I don't.

All you'll ever get from

me is pushing around.

I know what I'm talking about George.

Please believe that.

If you know what's good

for you, leave me alone.

I can't Stella, I can't.

- Why not?

Because I love you.

Hey, George .. how do you like that?

Here I am looking all over for you, and

you're making sweet words with your girl.

A half-hour the boss gives you

for supper. No more and no less.

Alright, I'll be right there.

Alright. I said I'd be right there.

- Okay.

I got to get back to the place.

I'll be through in about an hour. Will

you come by for me like you always do?

Yes, George.

I'll come by for you like I always do.

That isn't such a bad fish, Jonah.

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