Strangers When We Meet Page #3

I imagine you know a great deal

about life and living, Mother.

You're a very cold person, Margaret.

I never could talk to you.

I used to wonder when it all happened...

...how I'd be able to explain it to you

when you were old enough to listen.

How I could make you understand what

honest-to-God love could do to a woman.

Of course, it was pure and beautiful.

I'm not a tramp, Margaret.

Please understand that.

I'm not a tramp.

What happened to me

could happen to any woman.

I don't want to hear it.

Do you know what I wish, Margaret?

I wish you'd really fall in love someday.

I am in love, Mother. With my husband.

Yes, of course.

Margaret, you married

the first nice boy that came along.

- Mom.

- Maybe it was my fault, but...

Excuse me, Mother.

See you later, Margaret.

Good morning.

I think we've got a box of corn flakes

that belongs to you.

- I read that book last night.

- How did you like it?

I saw what you meant. He doesn't see

the world very clearly, does he?

All he needs is a good house to live in.

Better give him lots of windows.

Say listen, I'm on my way now

to take a look at his property.

- Would you like to come along?

- No.

Just thought you might be interested.

- I am, but...

- It's not very far.

Not this morning. Thank you.

Maybe some other time?

Change your mind.

- Where is it?

- Bel Air.

- Is this something you do all the time?

- What do you mean?

I don't know, ask a perfect stranger to...

I just feel odd sitting here

with someone I don't even know.

I'm David's father.

You feel better now?

Suppose someone should see us?

We'll have to tell them the truth.

That we're running off to Mexico together.

Would you mind turning back, please?

Are you serious?

Yes.

Well, okay.

- I'm sorry. I just don't feel right.

- That's okay.

I saw one of your houses.

The one in Better Homes and Gardens.

I like the way the fireplace is standing

free in the middle of the room like that.

You know,

that's a caveman concept of architecture.

A roof over your head, a hole to

look out of, and a fire to huddle by.

It was a strange house.

- It was just an experiment.

- No, I liked it.

It had strength and confidence.

How'd you come across such an old issue?

Betty told me your house was in it...

...and I looked it up

in the library yesterday.

Look, this is silly.

You don't really want to go back, do you?

- This is it.

- It's beautiful.

Altar certainly picked himself a spot.

But it's so naked.

You must remember

Mexico is a very primitive country.

That's right.

Here, take this end and go out to

that point, right by that boulder there.

Okay.

- Watch out for the brush.

- All right.

- Will it go that far?

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