The Witches of Oz Page #2

I said 21 percent.

Uh-huh.

Five percent back end.

Thank you. Ciao.

Woo! Ow!

Oh, oh, hello.

- Dorothy Gale?

- That's me.

Billie Westbrook.

Great to finally meet you.

- Oh, my gosh. Miss Westbrook.

- Wow.

I had no idea

you were coming in person.

I give all my clients

very personal attention.

Well, that's great.

Oh, this is Allen.

- Hi.

- Oh, yes.

- The artiste.

- Yes, yes.

- Very talented.

- Thank you.

- I have notes.

- Oh.

Oh, and this is

my Uncle Henry.

Hi.

All right,

so are we ready to go?

Yes!

Let's get our stuff.

- Chop chop!

- Oh, yeah. We'll be right there.

Well, I'm impressed,

doggone it.

How's that?

I never expected

a big city woman

would be clever enough to wear her

work boots out to the country.

Not exactly work boots,

but I do what I can.

You gonna take

care of my little girl?

Of course.

Dorothy's very...

special.

Oh, you don't know

the half of it.

Hmm.

Got all your things?

Bye. Love you.

- Bye-bye, sweetheart.

- Bye.

I'll call you as soon

as we land, I promise.

- Oh, yeah?

- Yeah.

Come on, don't

wanna miss your flight.

Oh, and your

little dog, too.

Who's not so little.

- The apartment takes pets, right?

- Of course.

Dorothy, everything's

gonna be fine.

Come on.

Well, here we are.

Oh, it's not much, but it's what we

could throw together last minute.

Oh!

It's amazing!

Wow.

So, I'll let you

get your things settled.

And then dinner

and drinks, tonight?

It's a dream.

Beg your pardon?

Huh?

Oh, drinks will be great.

Perfect.

All right, Allen,

you're around the corner.

OK. I'll call you later.

OK, let me know

how your place is.

Right.

Gosh.

The drinks at this restaurant

cost more than anything I own.

All right, what shoes?

What do you think?

Brown. OK.

Pretty, pretty.

What is it?

Can't you see we're busy?

Apologies, your Highness.

I have an urgent message...

from Her!

I'll just be a minute.

You're looking

fabulous, by the way.

Where is it?

Oh, pretty colors.

Pack my things.

We're going to a huge,

magical place.

A land of wonder

and mystery.

A place where men roam

free and darkness rules.

But we just unpacked

all your stuff.

Any more bright ideas?

N- no.

Good.

We leave tonight.

Yes.

Sorry I'm late.

It took forever to hail a cab.

That's OK. They said even with

reservations it's an hour wait.

Please.

Westbrook. Party of two.

Miss Westbrook.

I had no idea.

Right this way.

He's cute.

Not as cute as that guy at the bar.

- Billie!

- Oh, he's not bad.

- Did you catch the Ferragamos?

- The who?

The shoes.

Excuse us, excuse us.

Here we are.

Martini, dry, two olives.

Your waiter will be around

to take the order.

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