In This Our Life Page #4

There's something wrong

and you're unhappy.

Anyone with eyes can see that.

Peter, I think I know

what's the matter with us.

It's the way we're living here.

We're never alone.

People are always around.

When you come back, let's find a place

where we can be to ourselves.

Maybe if we'd done it a long time ago

in the very beginning.

It was my fault. It seemed like letting

the family down. It's different now.

- Father says they can manage.

- I don't wanna think about it.

You won't have to. I'll find a place.

Get us all moved into it.

You won't have to worry your head

about it.

- Roy...

- Please, Peter, I...

I'm tired of decorating

other people's houses.

I want one of my own and that's not all.

I want us to have a family...

...and to make our home just what

we'd wanted for ourselves and for them.

I don't want a home.

I don't understand. What do you mean?

We used to talk about it enough,

about being free.

We meant what we said, didn't we?

Why, yes, of course.

But what has that got to do with it?

Don't ask me to explain. I haven't any

reason. No reason on God's earth.

I just want you to remember what we said,

what we promised each other.

I remember there were to be no strings

to our marriage.

Even when I was little,

I hated anything with strings to it.

So we're free. Both of us, free as air.

You're a good sport, Roy, the best thing

that could happen to anybody.

Much better than I deserve.

I haven't been much of a husband

but I love you.

Heaven knows I love you.

Oh, hello, Craig. Come on in.

She's upstairs.

- Oh, Stanley, Craig's here.

- Hello, darling.

I'll be right down.

You just missed Uncle William.

He made you and Stanley a very nice gift.

You mean Stanley. The only thing he ever

gives me is a lecture on my radical views.

- How was the meeting?

- Oh, dry as dust.

It's pretty hard to concentrate on slum

clearance and Stanley at the same time.

Darling.

I can't go out tonight, I've got a

dreadful headache. I don't think I'd better.

I'm so sorry to disappoint you.

Poor darling. Anything I can do?

No, thank you. I'll just lie quietly

until it passes over.

I wish I could stay and look after you.

Pretty soon I can.

You're sweet, Craig.

Much too sweet.

Good morning, Mr. Timberlake. I'll

go tell Mrs. Fitzroy you're here, sir.

Mr. Timberlake.

Asa.

What is it? What's the matter?

I thought she might be here.

- Who? Who is it you're looking for?

- Stanley.

But Stanley's never here this early

unless she stays overnight.

I thought that's what she'd done.

Spent the night here.

But her car is still in the garage.

What car, Asa?

- What's happened?

- I don't know what's happened.

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