Beaches Page #3

so what?

- So, theyll probably kick me out

of a place like this.

- They can't.

Just a minute, you two.

You can't sit here.

- Oh. I told you.

- Yes, we can.

My name's Hillary Whitney, and

Im staying here with my father...

and I want

a chocolate soda.

Want do you want, CC?

Whatever she's having.

Certainly, Miss Whitney.

- So how'd you do that?

- Easy. My father's rich.

And your mother's

not rich?

She died when

I was a little girl.

Oh.

Will you write to me

in San Francisco?

Sure, but how come you want me

to write to you so much?

Are you crazy? You just happen

to be the most fantastic person...

- Ive ever met in my entire life !

- I am?

I almost cried

when you started singing...

That's the story of

That's the glory of love

Hillary, don't sing.

Hillary,

what are you doing?

Having a soda with CC,

Aunt Vesta.

I got lost and she showed me

the way back after her

''Glory of Love'' number.

Her ''Glory of Love'' number?

Your father and I have been

Looking for you for hours.

We were just about

to call the police.

Uh, listen, maybe we should just

forget about the sodas, you know?

If I don't go back, Leona will

start foaming at the mouth.

Oh, my. Come, Hillary.

Come on.

- Whatever they had, charge it

to the room.

- They didn't have anything, ma'am.

Look, Im sorry I got to go.

That's my Aunt Vesta.

Im glad she's not

my Aunt Vesta.

Here, little girl.

Now, go home.

What's this for?

It will keep you

honest.

Be sure to keep

in touch, CC. Okay?

Well, sure.

We're friends, aren't we?

You shouldn't play with that

strange little child.

-Well, who am I going to play with?

- Me.

You like to play bridge.

Ta-da !

Dear CC, we're spending

the summer at our beach house.

It's very peaceful here. I get

to ride horses and think a lot.

I miss you. It's fun to have

somebody to be silly with.

Ride?

All I ride is the subway.

Leona won't pay for me

to go to Julliard...

so I have to keep taking

dancing and singing...

from Miss Jean Kayton,

the freaky, fat vaudeville star.

The studio's in the cellar, which

means you only graduate...

when you're tall enough

to hit your head on the ceiling.

P. S. I hate my hair.

Okay, then we have Hillary

Whitney on Little Clementine.

Stop daydreaming, Hillary.

Let's go.

Dear CC,

Sometimes I get sick of words...

like ''proper;' ''well-bred;'

''cultured.''

I go through life thinking

everyones watching me.

Are they?

Well, things are pretty good

in the Bronx.

I hate school, and I like

taking singing lessons.

I got to sing at my father's

dry cleaning convention.

I was a hit.

See you later, alligator.

Cecilia Carol Bloom.

Dear CC, Ive decided

to study law...

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