Holiday Affair Page #3

There I was, sitting at the agency

with all the other girls.

I was afraid you were gonna take Evelyn.

Hey, night owl.

What are you doing still awake?

Oh, I was thinking.

I can't go to sleep.

I've got something for you

to think about.

You like Carl, don't you?

Sure, he's a nice guy.

He just asked me to marry him.

Are you going to?

I might.

Why?

Oh, for a lot of reasons.

We could be a real family.

I like us the way we are.

I don't want anybody else.

We could have a house

with trees and a yard.

You might even have a dog.

I like this place.

I don't want anything to change.

We'd be the same as we are, Timmy.

Only better.

Well, I guess so.

Be especially nice to Carl

when he comes over tomorrow.

Why? Is it his birthday?

No.

I just want him to feel

that you like him a lot.

Well...

Good night, Mr. Ennis.

Good night.

If you marry him,

you won't be Mrs. Ennis anymore.

Excuse me. Excuse me.

Could you wait on me, please?

Oh, I'm sorry, ma'am, but I'm busy.

Well, hello.

- Oh!

- May I help you?

- Oh, hello.

- Well, I'll tell you what...

- Came to return the train, huh?

- It wasn't exactly what I wanted.

- I didn't think it would be.

When I got home, my little boy said...

Oh, it was for your boy?

Why, yes, of course.

Is that so?

Anything strange about that?

What's your boy's name,

Macy's, Saks, Gimbel's...

...Wanamaker's or Fisher and Lewis?

I tagged you yesterday.

When you came back today,

I knew I was right.

Didn't ask me a lot of questions

about the train. Didn't ask me the price.

But you had the exact amount

all ready, including the tax.

You didn't want me to send it.

You didn't want Christmas wrappings.

It didn't take the greatest brain in the world

to spell out "comparison shopper. "

What are you going to do?

I press a little button. A store detective

rushes up and takes your picture.

We send a copy to every department

and that ends your activities in this store.

And I get fired.

Hazard of the profession.

If you're gonna be a spy,

you gotta expect a firing squad.

My boy ends up getting his shoes

from Children's Aid...

...and you're a great big man.

I thought we'd be getting back

to little Butch.

His name is Timothy.

He's 6 and a half years old. I support him.

What does your husband do?

Is he working his way through college?

My husband's dead.

He was killed in the war.

Would you like to hit me

over the head with this?

I didn't mean to bring that in, but...

I asked for it.

Well, what now?

Now I write you a refund slip...

...which I have a feeling

I'm gonna live to regret.

- Oh, thank you very much. I'm...

- Name?

Connie Ennis.

I'm awfully grateful for your doing this.

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