Alfie Page #3

as if I've got to take notice of you,

instead of you of me.

I can't describe it,

but I can feel it.

- Do you love me?

- What can I say when you ask?

You shouldn't ask, you know.

I'll tell you, when I feel like it.

- I'll go and make the coffee.

- Yeah. Make it strong.

Alfie, I was thinking.

Why can't we... go through with it?

What an 'orrible thought!

I've never been through

with anything.

If I was to marry you, you'd gain

a husband but lose a friend.

You don't have to marry me.

I've got it worked out.

I don't care. Think twice before

you turn an innocent creature out.

I wouldn't turn him out.

I'll have him adopted.

What are you talking about?

Well, by a rich woman, see?

- A rich woman?

- I'd like to do that much for him.

I'd be certain

he'd have a good life, then.

Steady on, girl.

You can't be sure

there's something there yet.

This morning,

I thought I felt him kick.

How can they kick? It won't be

the size of my thumbnail.

- I'll tell you next time.

- You won't!

Don't give way to your impulses.

Something a woman

might think natural

a bloke will find sickening.

Mrs Artoni at the caf called her

husband every time their baby moved.

You don't realise that men

are more sensitive than women.

Remember that big bird

I'd dance with at the Locarno?

One Sunday night

she showed me her operation scar,

from when she was a kid.

A long scar with white skin round it.

I got straight out of bed

and put my clobber on.

"What's up with you?" she says.

"I'd sooner see a bleeding

horror film," I said, "than that."

Alfie, please.

Can I, you know,

go through with it and have the baby?

What you asking me for?

It's yours, isn't it?

Nobody in this world has any right

to stop you doing what you want to.

Steady on, girl. Now, then.

Don't break your bleeding heart.

If you wanna do something

and you think it's right, you do it.

To hell with 'em. Mind my shirt.

Now...

She was quite happy

them months she was carrying,

which to my mind

was out of place in a way,

her not being married.

Mind you, she came over

quite beautified for a time,

especially in the early months.

I told her. I says, "Blimey, girl,

you ain't as ugly as I thought."

Anyway, her time comes and into

the hospital she goes to have it.

I wasn't there,

so I didn't know till they told me.

Then, from all accounts,

the kid comes out a treat.

Right bang on the minute,

you might say.

Alfie?

I didn't see you there.

You look all different.

- What do you mean?

- Well, sort of mumsy.

I put my name down as Mrs Elkins.

Was that alright?

Course it's alright.

Put your name down as who you like.

It's a free country, isn't it?

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