Old Acquaintance Page #2
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- 1943
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Thanks.
I'll put this in your room.
- All right.
- Where is Millie?
There was a riot at the station.
She got lost in the shuffle.
What happened?
- I was kidnapped.
- Kidnapped?
By young America.
It seems my literary honor was at stake.
- Did you?
- I got out of it.
Here you are.
- Oh, they're pretty.
- Yeah, they were a Christmas present.
- I'll have your shoe fixed after lunch.
- Thanks.
How about a drink?
Oh, no, not for me. Puts me to sleep,
and I have a lecture to give.
Oh, it'll do you good.
I wonder why Millie's not here yet.
Last time I saw her,
she was getting into her car.
- Millie certainly looks well.
- Yes, she does.
Oh, did she tell you?
We've got a little something on the way.
- No, what? A baby?
- Well, why not?
Why not.
the good things of life...
seemed to make their way carefully to her.
- Does that include me?
- You look all right.
- Thanks, so do you.
- Thank you, Preston.
Not quite what I expected.
- Here, come on, I can't drink alone.
- Well, maybe one.
- To the next generation.
- Thanks.
You must have a good bootlegger.
Millie dug him up.
I think it's the best bathtub gin in town.
It certainly hits the spot.
Three of them guaranteed
to make you go blind.
Why, there's Millie now.
I wonder why she's walking.
- Not that I know of.
Wait.
You know, she's going to be pretty sore
she wasn't here to welcome you.
Maybe you ought to make a new entrance.
- Oh, what an idea.
- No, really, it will make her laugh.
I'll tell you what,
you slip out through the garden...
and when she comes in here, pop in again.
- All right.
- Well, come on, hurry.
Oh! My shoes.
Oh, thanks.
- Hello, where's your guest?
- I don't know, and I don't care.
I've never been so humiliated in all my life.
- Where is the car?
- At the depot.
- We owe $40.
- $40? For what?
- Milk.
- Milk? That's an awful lot of milk.
- How do you know she drinks milk?
- Who?
Your girlfriend. $40 for milk?
Are you crazy?
Oh, leave me alone!
Now, calm yourself, Millie,
and don't shout.
I will shout. I'm fighting mad!
I've never seen such a display
of bad manners in all my life.
Why, you don't even treat a stranger
like that, let alone your best friend.
perfectly well, but no...
she had to go running off
with those silly college girls.
She left me standing there, like a...
Like a...
- Oh, so you saw her?
- Yes, I saw her.
She looked like someone
who was selling something.
I'm sure if she'd been a man,
she wouldn't have shaved.
No hat, no luggage. Just sprawled out
in the day coach, sleeping peacefully.
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