The Palm Beach Story Page #3

I was hiding from him. Hiding? What kind of

games do you play around here while I'm out?

I wish you could've seen the expressin

on his face. I'm glad I didn't.

How much water was there in the tub?

I was standing in the bathtub, foolish.

You were standing in the bathtub?

In my pink wrapper. Oh, darling,

he was just a funny little old man

in a funny hat.

- He sat on the edge of the bed and talked for a while.

- Oh, he's on the bed now, is he?

There aren't any chairs in the bedroom,

darling. What was he doing in the bedroom?

He wanted to rent the apartment,

but when he found out we were broke,

he gave me $700 and he left.

Just like that?

Well, I did kiss him good-bye.

Now the truth is coming out.

The... Oh. The truth.

You just tell me where this Wienie King lives, and I'll

take his money back to him and tell him what I think of him.

I don't know where he lives, darling. I don't even know

his name, and I don't think they'd give the money back...

I mean, the grocer

and the drugstore and all.

You really couldn't blame them after they

waited so long. That's right. Rub it in.

Tom?

Yes?

It's wonderful to have the rent paid,

isn't it, and the bills settled up?

You feel free and clean, and I like that

feeling. I wish it were always like that.

Don't you think I do?

I'd almost forgotten what it was like.

I don't look forward to being in

debt again, slinking past everybody.

I dread it. It isn't gonna be for always.

Everybody's a flop until he's a success.

Something's bound to come through.

I got too many good ideas.

Say, there's a $2.00 overcharge here.

Now that everything's paid up,

you could move.

Well, where'd we go?

I wasn't thinking about me.

I just meant you.

Oh, you mean the bust-up?

Mm-hmm.

When'd you get that idea? This afternoon?

I've had it for some time,

but something always said, "Wait till he crashes

through. Wait till he's made one success. "

You'll never make a success with me around.

I'm just a milestone around your neck.

Millstone. I'm no good for you, darling.

I don't mean I'm not good for somebody, but I can't cook or

sew or whip up a little dress out of last year's curtains.

What difference does that make? I'm just like a car that only

gives seven miles to the tankful, only you haven't got the tankful.

Are you sure

you haven't got a tankful?

You see, by yourself, you could live so

simply. I mean, just a little room anywhere...

or maybe move in with your brother

or even use the couch in your office.

And you wouldn't keep slipping back all the

time. You could balance what you earned...

and look the worid in the eye,

maybe even get ahead a little.

Thanks. And what would you be

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