True Confession Page #2

No.

Yes.

And what'll Ken say? He won't say

a word, 'cause he's not gonna know.

Oh, that's grand. A wonderful

insurance for a happy marriage.

Got any cold water?

Uh-

Helen, if you think you can hold down a

job six days a week without Ken knowing it-

It's five days a week. Well, all

right, five. I still say that you can't-

And $50 a week. And three hours

a day. And guess what I am.

No, thanks.

Well, I'm a private secretary

to a broker.

Are you serious?

Of course I am.

And who thought to offer you

a proposition like that?

Mr. Krayler, Mr. Otto Krayler.

He was an old friend of my father.

Mmm, five days a week, three hours a day,

$50 a week, private secretary to a broker-

And you can't even take

shorthand. Well, I can learn.

That's not all

you're gonna learn.

Helen, you're stark, staring mad.

I am not!

Well, all I can say is,

it was nice knowing you...

while you were happily married,

and I'll be seeing you.

You don't need me.

I do!

I'm all excited, and Ken will notice

if we're alone and ask questions.

You know how lawyers are-

asking questions, practicing.

Well, I still have a date,

so let him pract- Ooh!

Hello.

Hello.

Who's that?

Well?

I'll pay you next week.

Don't make me laugh.

You owe me $12, and I'm

here to get the typewriter.

You got your nerve! Get out

of here. Don't make me laugh.

Nothing could make you laugh.

Listen, I really mean it.

I'll pay you next week. Will you please

leave the typewriter here until then?

I- I need it for my business.

No.

Good-bye, baby.

[f your business wasn't bad,

you wouldn't owe $ 12 on the typewriter.

Don't touch that!

Why not?

All right, go ahead.

Why should I worry about

what's gonna happen to you? Huh?

Huh?

I said go ahead and take it.

What do you mean about

''what's gonna happen''?

I was talking about my husband. Go ahead

and take it. Maybe he won't see you.

Your husband? I'm not afraid of

your husband. Don't make me laugh.

That's because you don't know

what's wrong with him.

Why? What is wrong with him?

He's insane.

Helen! Well, never mind, Daisy.

He mightjust as well know.

You mean your own husband is nuts?

Absolutely nuts.

Ohh.

All right, your husband's batty.

So what?

Is he locked up?

No. We're trying to

get him away quietly.

He's been insane

ever since we lost our baby.

But-

Oh, I'm sorry, lady.

Mmm. First time I realized he

was insane was about a week ago.

It was 2:
00 in the morning.

I woke up and I saw a light in here.

So I got up and I tiptoed in.

And there was my husband-

my own husband-

smiling at that typewriter

and talking baby talk and patting it.

Patting it?

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