The Great Lie Page #2

Well, I'm sorry.

Miss Maggie never tell you,

not till Judgment Day, what you done.

But I knows and you knows, Mr. Pete,

there's only one thing to do now...

...and that's to go away

and stay away, Mr. Pete.

You get right back in that airplane

and fly away.

Pete.

What's the matter with you?

What's the matter with me?

Oh, you got a cold.

- Yes.

- What are you taking for it?

None of your business.

- Well, how did you get it?

- I got wet.

You didn't have sense enough

to come in out of the rain.

- Lf I had any sense. If I had any sense...

- I wouldn't be in your life.

No, you wouldn't.

Just like this cold,

a sneeze or two and you'd be gone.

Your nose is pink. Your eyes are red.

And violets are blue

and sugar is sweet and I wish you'd go.

I asked you to come up...

...because I didn't want you to think

I was afraid to see you.

Like a little child hiding in her room.

Hey.

- What?

- Sit down.

Look at that. Without your shoes on.

- What are you doing here anyway?

- I wanna talk to you.

You wanna talk to me?

You act as if nothing had happened.

Well, among other things, l...

I'm thinking about going back

into aviation.

You know, there's a lot doing now.

Hemisphere defense and all that stuff.

- Whose idea is this?

- Yours.

Don't you remember?

The day after New Year's.

There was snow and we skated and...

Yeah, and I proposed.

And I refused.

Oh, Pete, let's not go into this

all over again.

You see, the unfortunate thing for me

is that...

And I'm not whining.

- It's been like this for four years.

On and off and off and on.

Well, there was only one thing

I ever asked you.

One thing I begged you to do.

To be a sober, solid citizen.

Well, sober anyway.

But I guess the prospect

was too dull for you.

Well, now it's all over...

...and I feel the way I did

when they took the bands off my teeth.

And I had those blasted things

for four years too.

Yeah, I know.

Tell me honestly,

is this marriage of yours going to help?

If I thought it would, I'd be so for it.

Well, you know Sandra.

Yes, I do.

You like her?

I hate her.

Oh, not because you're married

to her, Pete, but you know.

Well, I won't talk about her.

The fact remains that whatever she was

or is...

...she is your wife

and I can't discuss her.

- Maggie, let me...

- Oh, Violet was right.

You shouldn't have come

and I shouldn't have seen you.

I wonder what you think of me, really.

You know what I think of you.

You think of me as you would

a nagging, haggling wife and I'm not.

I'm young. I like to drink and dance

and go to parties...

...like other people do.

Every time I see you, I feel like

your little old gray-haired mother...

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