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were kids in Bakersfield

and I worked vacations

in San Joaquin Valley.

You used to bawl me out for not writing.

Well, I guess I've gotten worse.

But, that doesn't mean I haven't

been thinking about you... a lot.

And also thinking about

someone else, Norah.

A nurse I met in Tokyo when I took a

load of Commie shrapnel with me.

Angela, that's her name,

supplied the strength and the courage

and everything else to pull me through.

I didn't want it to happen but...

there's nothing a guy can do about the

real McCoy, and that's what this is.

We're in love.

And when I get out we're

going to be married.

That's the story, Norah.

And, I guess there's nothing else to

say except I hope you'll understand.

With affection, always...

and best wishes for your future.

"Best wishes for your future".

Yours very sincerely.

Yours very...

truly.

Hello?

- Hiya honey. Had dinner yet?

No.

Who is this?

- Harry Prebble.

I'm taking you up on the suggestion

you made this morning.

Suggestion?

What suggestion?

When you were posing for me, remember?

How about slipping into

something comfortable

like a few drinks and

some Chinese food?

I'm sorry, Mr Prebble. I...

I think you made a mistake.

We'll discuss my mistakes

over those cocktails.

What do you say? Hope in a cab and

meet me at 'The Blue Gardenia'.

All right.

I will.

Yes.

'The Blue Gardenia'. On Vine,

right off Hollywood. You got it?

I've got it.

You got what?

Just someone on the phone.

So I gathered!

How'd the dashing lieutenant

like the dinner he didn't eat?

Fine. It's in the kitchen.

I'm going out.

Out? Where?

I've got a date.

With a man?

- With a man.

The one on the phone?

- The one on the phone.

Norah, I love mysteries...

Look Sally. I haven't got time to talk

about it now. I'll tell you tomorrow.

Good night!

Good night.

Men!

Chinese peas, fried rice and lobster Cantonese.

Well, that's the dinner.

For the drinks:
Polynesian Pearl Divers.

And don't spare the rum.

I'll tell the bar.

Hello, Mr Prebble.

- Hi, Joe.

Hello.

- Well hi!

Check please, Joe.

Alone?

Granite 1466?

Well, whoever she is, happy hunting.

Thanks. Same to you.

He's a very fancy man with

the ladies, Mr Prebble.

Jealous, Joe?

Oh, no. No. I fancy man myself.

How you do with little black book?

Yes and no.

I've gotta do a little

research, right now.

Yes, madam?

Oh, Mr Prebble's table please.

- Oh, yes. Of course.

Boy.

Table 14. Coral room.

One moment please.

Hello, Mr Prebble.

Hello.

Well, this is a coincidence.

I was just talking to

your friend Crystal.

You didn't talk to her,

you... talked to me.

That was you?

I tried to tell you it was a mistake

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