Sorry, Wrong Number Page #5
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your name was Cotterell?
That's right.
There's a big drug company
named Cotterell. Any connection?
My father owns it.
You mean J.B. Cotterell?
- No, it's just that...
I've always pictured J.B. Cotterell
as a walking tube of toothpaste.
What do they call you...
the Aspirin Heiress?
I believe it's
the Cough Drop Queen.
You know, there's nothing wrong
with your dancing.
- Do you do a lot of it?
- Not at places like this.
Oh. You're from out of town?
Well, that depends on
what you call out of town.
Oh, I don't know. Harvard?
- Are you trying to be funny?
- What do you call out of town?
- Grassville.
- What college is up there?
No college.
Just steel pipes and mica parts.
I'm sorry.
I didn't know.
That's all right.
To be perfectly frank with you...
I never even finished high school,
not that I wouldn't have liked to.
Neither did my father.
He never got past the seventh grade.
- You don't say?
"If a man hasn't any talent
for making money...
college won't knock it into him.
And if he has a talent
for making money...
in college?"
There's something in that too.
Your old man ought to know...
when it comes to making money.
- Well, I'll be getting along now.
- Just a minute.
What do you say
we sit the next one out?
What for?
I've got my own car off campus
just outside the main gate.
It's a Lagonda. I just got it
from Europe. Did you ever drive one?
Never heard of it. Besides, Sally's
probably looking all over for me.
What difference does that make?
This is a public dance, isn't it?
Don't worry.
She'll never even miss you.
But what about me missing her?
Or did that idea ever strike you?
Come on.
Don't be silly.
For once, I'm not kidding.
Neither am I.
So long, Miss Cotterell.
Lagonda or whatever you call it.
I'd never put the two of you
together in a million years.
- Why?
- Well, you're both so different.
You belong in different worlds.
You don't belong here
in Grassville, Henry.
- What makes you say that?
- Just a feeling.
I've been around a good deal,
and I...
I think I can spot the real thing
a mile away.
Isn't that Grassville over there?
- Guess we'd better turn around.
- Why?
- It's nice here.
- Think so?
Stick around a few years
and see how much you like it.
Henry, that woman back there
in the house...
who opened the door for me,
was she your mother?
- My mother's dead.
- That's strange.
So is mine.
She died when I was born.
- What was your mother like?
- I don't know.
You mean she died young too?
She died last year,
but I never knew her.
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