Reflections in a Golden Eye Page #2

- Would anyone like a drink?

- I would, thanks.

Alison?

Very, very light, please.

Sugar?

Do you want another card?

- Big one?

- Oh, not too big, not too small.

Make mine straight on the rocks.

Not too big, not too small.

I'll have the same, Weldon,

and a little of that branch water.

Weldon, your wife's cheating.

- She tried to look at this card to see if...

- I did not.

You caught me before I had a chance to.

What have you got there?

I'm surprised at you, Morris.

Sitting down playing cards with a woman.

Expecting her not to cheat you.

What's this,

a new sweater for your husband?

It's for Captain Weincheck.

Captain Weincheck. I forgot to invite him.

Well, that's the story of his life, isn't it?

Everybody forgets about Weincheck,

including the promotion board.

He's about the oldest captain in the Army.

Will somebody please tell me

why Captain Weincheck is unpopular?

Is it because he plays the violin,

reads Proust?

Oh, do you remember that tea he gave?

Classical records and cat hairs.

And before God, tea. Only tea.

Captain Weincheck is a gentleman...

...and he's not a thief.

Who said he was?

That afternoon you were speaking of,

at his apartment?

Somebody stole a little

silver Georgian teaspoon.

One of a set of eight

belonging to his great-grandmother.

It was gone when we went to tidy up.

He asked me never to tell about it,

but somebody stole that spoon.

Well, I didn't. It wasn't me.

Well, I'm gonna put everything I have

on this one hand...

...and if I win,

I'll have every chip on the table.

Hit me.

Are aces ones?

Blackjack.

I must be getting along.

But you stay, Morris.

Don't break up the party.

Good night, everybody.

Alison, I'll see you to your doorstep.

Good night, Alison.

She is crazy.

No, she's not.

You know, I had the best doctors for her.

They all say she's fine.

Well, now, look here.

You know we're scared for her...

...just to go from our front door

to yours alone.

Oh, well...

Cutting off her nipples

with a pair of garden shears.

You call that normal?

My God. Garden shears.

No, but she's not, you know.

Doctor says she's neurotic.

- It will take time, that's all.

- Time?

It's been three years

since she had that baby.

So it died...

...but that was three years ago.

She's not getting any better.

She's just getting worse.

Do you think she has any idea about us?

No.

Well, I hope not.

I like Alison.

Look...

...now that Alison's gone home...

...you two don't mind

if I do a little work, do you?

Play a couple of hands with us.

Well, I got my lecture to prepare.

You work too hard, Weldon.

Why don't you come

riding with us tomorrow?

Well, we'll see.

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