Designing Woman Page #4

Can't live in two places.

It was a wonderful trip.

But a few minutes out of New York,

a strange thing happened.

Marilla changed her clothes.

Sorry, madam, this seat is taken.

I may have to stop by the office.

My working clothes.

This was just the first

in a series of wardrobe changes...

...which never failed to amaze me.

Believe me, this kid changed her clothes

nine times a day.

We went to Mike's apartment first.

Just outside the door

he suddenly got embarrassed.

Maybe I bragged too much

about this place.

- It's not the Taj MahaI or anything.

- Let me see.

It's comfortable, that's what I'd say.

You'll love it.

Open up.

Take a look.

I took a look.

First thing I thought of

was my little brother's shoebox...

...in which he used to keep

all his possessions.

Old string and marbles

and bits of colored glass.

The prospect of taking up

permanent residence in the shoebox...

...was somewhat unnerving.

But I didn't want to hurt Mike's feelings.

He was so proud of everything.

Opening off the shoebox

was a door leading to another shoebox...

...which I assumed was the bedroom.

The apartment wasn't really

at its best that day.

Things seemed a little out of place.

One thing in particular.

What else could I say?

When it's cleaned up a little,

with new curtains and...

...the right kind of pictures...

...it'll be a reaI hellhole.

- We'll move tomorrow.

- Mike.

Just for tonight,

we'll stay at my place, all right?

Yeah.

I guess I never looked at this trap before.

Hello. Yeah, Ned, I'm back. The office.

I can't get down right now, I'm busy.

I've got a...

- That's all right, go ahead.

- What?

Look, I've been threatened before.

Don't worry about the-

All right, yeah.

Right away.

How do you like that?

I'm back in town 20 minutes.

That's all right.

I've got plenty to do here anyway.

- Mike?

- What?

- You're not in any trouble or anything?

- You mean that? No.

What's the matter?

It's just occurred to me.

I don't know you very well, do I?

But well enough.

Maybe.

How about this? Our first parting.

Sad.

I think I'll stay.

For the next hour or so,

I packed Mike's marbles and bits of glass...

...singing happily.

Until I came across a picture of a girl.

Well, I guess it was a girl.

She was certainly in an odd position.

I wasn't worried, of course.

Just interested.

I wanted to see

what a lady contortionist looked like.

Nothing.

All I knew was that she had straight teeth

and the kind of expansion...

...men seemed to favor.

I measured it mentally against my own,

came off a bad second...

...and tore her carefully into small pieces.

At the office, I was the target

of the usual ribbing and laughter...

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