Man's Castle Page #5

hoping and steaming.

Please let me shut my eyes.

So when I open them,

I'll start screaming.. ahhh...

Surprise!

Why.. what's that?

That's a summons. And you can't say

I didn't have witnesses either.

Nice little act you got there, baby.

Where do you think you're going?

I think I'm going to buy a stove.

- I think you'll need a stretcher.

What's this here?

Oh Ira gave me that. He wants me to read

it when I've got nothing else to do.

Oh.

You're a heck of a looking woman

for a guy like me.

Uhuh. I know this isn't going to

be a very good stew.

Look at you. Skinny as a rail.

That was not a good idea.

I put those potatoes in too soon.

Who wants to grab hold of a load of bones?

That's all you are, bones.

You know that, don't you?

Yeah, but I'm young kinda..

That don't make no difference.

Maybe it does. Maybe I'll fill out after.

No.. you'll never look like a woman.

You ain't got it in you ever to look like one.

What difference does it make

as long as you are good to me?

I ain't good to you. Don't get that

idea into your nut.

It's what spoils them, being good them.

You've got to step on it if you want to stay

with me, or get your teeth knocked out.

Ha!

Hmm, I think I ought to knock

them out anyway.

Come here.

Oh Bill, what happened to your forehead?

- Never mind my forehead.

Little old Trina.

You dames get some phony ideas alright,

don't you.

Go on, go to work. And if that stew is

burnt, I'll pour it down your back.

Hey, what you want to do? Break it?

- No, no. Take it easy.

No, we're just looking it over.

Hey, stupid.

Oh.. Bill.

Oh Bill.

Ahh.

Bill, I..

Hiya mug!

Gee Stilts, where you been?

Thought you died or something.

Where are the Yanks playing this week?

- Chicago.

Alright.

You told me you wanted Babe Ruth to

autograph a baseball for you, didn't you?

Well, I had to put it up to him, didn't I.

Did he, did he, do it?

Close your eyes.

Come on, come on. Quit kidding around.

Close them tight.

Now open them.

Gee, thanks Stilts.

Gee Stilts.

Yeah, uh, I had to go all the way

to Chicago to talk to the Babe.

Hop a freight?

Yeah, yeah. Rode the rods all the way.

Ain't got the cinders out of my hair yet.

And did Babe write this himself?

Why certainly.. in person.

Thanks Stilts.

And some will hide away.. and be happy.

For just a stolen hour or two.

I'd give a lot if I.. could simplify..

this mess.. we're going.. through.

How much longer.. must I..

long.. for.. you.

That's it.

Hey.. you!

Well.. big boy!

Got any more summons for me?

- Not today.

Did you know I called up the

lawyers office?

And gave word I wanted to see the guy

that served those papers on me.

Yeah.

They sent me somebody by

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