The Prowler Page #3

programs, all of those shelves.

He has them recorded so he can

listen and improve his diction.

There's nothing wrong

with being a policeman.

Nothing wrong with digging

ditches, either, or delivering mail.

I'd rather be one of those

guys shows up around 10:00 in

the morning after having

a big argument with himself

over whether he'll drive the station

wagon today or the convertible.

What are you looking for? Cigarettes?

Yeah. Fresh out.

You don't smoke, do you?

No. But my husband does,

only he keeps them locked up.

Are you kidding?

No. He keeps a carton or

more in there all the time.

If you were a good locksmith,

I could give you a pack.

Hold that. Give me a bobby pin.

Does he keep everything locked up?

Mostly.

You, too?

That's a leading question.

Probably does.

A mean, jealous guy like that

wants his wife all to himself.

I can't say I blame him

though, I'd do the same myself.

There. See how silly it is

to keep things locked up?

Maybe. But it did delay

you for a little while.

Is that all he wants,

just to delay things?

Sometimes a little delay does the trick.

Harder to close than it was to open.

You ever dance?

I used to.

Another thing I think you'll like is

tree ripen-ripened fruit for dessert

these mild September evenings.

The wife serves fruit and

coffee every night, and I

want to tell you that when I

lean back from the table and

take that first puff off my cigarette...

Think he was watching.

Then I know all's well with the world,

and the wife knows it, too. Good idea...

There's only one good thing

about this arrangement.

What's that?

At least you always

know what he's doing.

He always knows what I'm doing, too.

Like making me sandwiches tonight?

He'll know. Why not?

What's a guy like

that look like, anyway?

Oh, just like a normal, decent,

middle-aged American husband, which he is.

You don't make him sound very exciting.

Lot of good things aren't exciting.

That's what's good about them.

Why did you marry him, Susan?

Because I loved him.

Try again. Why did you marry him?

While I was knocking

around at movie studio

gates, I found out a

few things about myself.

I married him because I wanted a family.

That's why we got this

big house. I wanted kids.

So, have you got them?

No.

What other reason was there?

To stay away from men like you.

But it didn't do any good, did it?

You're a real cop, aren't you?

You want everything free.

You're wrong.

People never give

anything to cops for free.

They always figure to

get something out of it.

I think you'd better get out of here.

Wouldn't I be a fool

to do a thing like that?

I'll report you.

Go ahead. You know where the phone is.

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