Summer and Smoke Page #2

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Oh, please.

You have a doppelganger,

Miss Alma,

And that doppelganger

is badly irritated.

I have an irritated

doppelganger?

Oh, my goodness.

How awful that sounds.

What is it?

It's none of my business.

You're not my patient.

That's downright wicked of you.

To say I have something

so awful-sounding.

And then not tell me what it is.

It means there's another person.

Trapped inside you, Miss Alma,

Another self,

And that self is

crying out to be freed.

Oh, but of course,

You're... you're

teasing me, aren't you?

Who is that?

I'm surprised

that you don't know.

Her name is Rosa Zacharias.

Her father's the new owner.

Of the gambling casino

on Moon Lake.

She smiled at you.

I hope that you have

a strong character.

Solid rock.

They say

the pyrotechnical display.

Is going to be brilliant.

Hmm? The fireworks.

[Fireworks exploding]

There goes the first skyrocket.

Oh, look at it burst

into a million stars!

Are you cold?

Why, no. No. Why?

You're trembling.

Oh, am I? Ha ha ha! Well. Hmm.

Why do you laugh that way?

What way?

Ha ha ha! That way.

I do declare. You haven't

changed in the slightest.

It used to delight you

to embarrass me,

And it still does.

Maybe I shouldn't tell you,

But I heard an imitation

of you at a party.

Imitation? Of what?

You singing at a wedding.

Oh, now you're upset.

No, no, I'm not upset.

I'm just mystified.

Don't you know.

You have the reputation

for putting on airs?

I have no idea to what

you are referring.

Well, for instance,

uh, that accent.

And this fancy way of talking.

What way?

Uh, pyrotechnical display.

Instead of fireworks...

That sort of thing.

I do wish Roger would get here.

Who gave this imitation.

At this party you speak of?

She wouldn't want that told.

It was a she, then.

A man wouldn't do it.

A lady wouldn't, either.

Oh... I didn't think.

It would make you so angry.

I wouldn't have mentioned it.

I'm not angry,

just mystified and amazed.

As I always am

by unprovoked malice.

These people

who call me affected.

And give unkind

imitations of me...

I wonder if they

ever stop to think.

That my circumstances.

Have been somewhat

different from theirs.

My father and I have

a certain cross to bear.

What cross?

Living next door to us,

You should know what cross.

Oh, you mean your mother?

She had her breakdown.

When I was still in high school.

And since that time,

I've had to manage the rectory.

And take over the social

and household duties.

That would ordinarily

belong to a minister's wife,

Not his daughter.

All you need.

Is to go out with young people.

I'm afraid that you and I

move in different circles.

And have different tastes.

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