The Big Street Page #5

- Do what?

All these flowers every other day or so.

"Love, Decatur Reed."

"We miss you here. Mindy."

"Waiting to star you in my new show.

Dwight Gordon."

It's wonderful that people

don't forget her.

It's even more wonderful

everybody has the same handwriting.

You can't do it, Pinks.

It's too much of a load.

You've got to have help.

Maybe I could get her

in the Equity Home at Lake Placid.

No, she'll die, I tell you.

She won't take charity. She won't take it.

- She takes yours.

- Well, that's different. She don't know.

Pinks, I wish I could

put your eyes in my skull...

...let you look at her

the way she really is.

- We can always get another doctor.

- Hey, wait a minute. Come back here.

I'm sorry I shot off my mouth.

I'll go on taking care of her,

but I can't afford to pay the hospital bills.

I'll pay.

It's a pretty expensive room.

There's $500 due now.

Don't worry, I'll get it.

Then maybe I can find

a cheaper place...

...but I'll get it, doc.

- Hi, Bobbs.

- Hi.

- Hi.

- Chilly, ain't it?

- Yeah.

- Sure is.

- You guys have a good time last night?

- Yeah, sure.

- Why?

- Oh, nothing.

I just heard a certain fancy fur emporium got

knocked off of quite a few mink chubbies.

We were out visiting my aunt

in the Greenpoint section.

For 500 clams,

to be devoted to a worthy cause...

...I'll swear I was with you.

These just came for you, Miss Lyons.

Roses again.

He's really getting to be a bore.

It's strange he never comes to see you.

You think I want him

to come to this place?

We'll be seeing each other when I

convalesce at his estate in Palm Beach.

Swimming pool. Forty acres.

Servants running all over the joint.

- Champagne for breakfast.

- There's somebody waiting to see you.

- Who?

- His name is Pinkerton.

Pinkerton?

Oh, Pinks.

How about that little weasel?

Send him in.

- Hello.

- Hi, Pinks.

Still look like the worm's

been gnawing at you.

You look great.

Swell room.

Nice flowers.

Remember the zillionaire Decatur Reed?

He's been giving me a big play.

Ten bucks a dozen

for the poison ivy, and coming regular.

And Ables thought he tossed me

to the bush leagues.

- Ever see Ables?

- Sometimes.

When I get to be Mrs. Decatur Reed,

I'm gonna buy a special body job...

...just to run him into the gutter.

- First you gotta get well.

- Meaning?

Meaning...

...you're kind of temporarily broke.

Decatur Reed's got plenty.

You wouldn't want to go to Mr. Reed.

That wouldn't be right.

Listen, busboy, don't be giving me

no sermons.

I figured...

I figured maybe you could stay here

another week or so, and then...

...maybe you'd come and live at my place

till you got strong again.

Live at your place? Are you kidding?

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