The Tarnished Angels Page #2
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- 1957
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Tacked on the front
wall of our barn.
When and. Where was that?
1918. Back in Iowa.
What was on the poster?
A painting.
A portrait of a pilot
sitting in a warplane...
Captain Roger Shumann.
With the look of
eagles in his eyes.
You know something?
Something shameful?
In all these years, I've
Oh, I'd hardly take
you for a bookworm.
I didn't realise till tonight
how much I missed reading.
- And where did you meet Roger?
- At an air show in my home town.
- August 17, 1920.
- How old were you?
- 16.
- And it was love at first sight?
For me it was.
Not for Roger?
Roger, he autographed
my programme for me,
and gave me a long look.
Same kind of look I'd been used to
getting from drugstore cowboys.
You went away with him that night?
He flew off alone, to Omaha.
- But you met up with him again.
- In Omaha.
- You followed him.
- Yes.
With Jiggs. I followed
Jiggs to the bus station.
When he got on the bus, I got
in the seat next to him.
How did Jiggs take to you?
Like a drugstore cowboy?
No.
He was smitten.
So smitten he was ready to splurge
on the best hotel in town.
What did Roger say to all this?
Jiggs, he swore like a sailor.
He made Jiggs feel like
two cents, me even less.
How did you change Roger's mind? Tell
him about the Liberty Bond poster?
No.
I had and I still have
a romantic notion
that a man must tell a woman
first about his love.
Yes. And?
I lied to Roger.
I told him I wanted to
be a parachute jumper,
and if he didn't take me with him,
I'd... I'd get somebody else.
- And that did it?
- Yes, that and...
a look in my eyes.
Or maybe it was the
shape of my legs.
Better let you get some sleep.
- Why don't you take the couch?
- Where'll you go?
I'll take the chair.
Thank you, very much.
You're just like Jack.
He can sleep anywhere.
- Bus seats, benches, anywhere.
- Does that include beds?
No, he doesn't like beds. They
remind him of... sickness.
- By the way...
- Yes?
When were you and Roger married?
It was the summer of 1923.
July 17.
We were in Portland, Oregon.
It was the night before a big show.
We were working late on our plane.
Then we went to the airport caf...
for some coffee.
What's the matter, Laverne?
That delayed jump this afternoon
give you the heebie-jeebies?
- I'm quitting.
- Hm?
Hey, Rog. Laverne
says she's quitting.
What is it? You fed up?
Scared? Or are you homesick?
No. It's just a fact of life.
I'm in a family way.
If you don't marry her, I will.
- Didn't you hear me?
- I heard you.
JIGGS:
Well...What do you say?
Are you just gonna sit there?
Listen, I'm talking to you.
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