The Strange Love of Martha Ivers Page #5

- everything.

- A cafe.

When I lived in this town,

there were nothing but saloons.

My father used to live in them.

- Mine, too.

- We're related.

I'll have the same thing you have,

if you don't mind.

Scotch. I take a plain water chaser

with that...

when the Scotch isn't so good.

Two water chasers.

Did you drive far?

About 600 miles since this morning.

You weren't driving anything tonight?

No, my Stanley Steamer's in the garage,

having her face lifted.

You'd better bring us a couple more

before curfew.

That'll be $2.

- On me.

- Thanks.

Maybe you'd like to drink to

finding your people?

No, my mother wouldn't approve of that.

How would you know after all this time?

After all this time you probably

wouldn't care, one way or the other.

You talk awful cold-blooded about them,

don't you?

- That's life.

- Is it a big family?

No, it wasn't.

Besides me, there were just the usual two

people necessary to increase the population.

Mother left when I was a baby,

and my father...

probably drank himself to death by now.

Another man I know talks cold

like that's my Dad.

He's the most cold-blooded man

in Ridgeville.

Once he kicked me.

Gee, it made me sick.

I can guess why you didn't break your neck

to catch that bus back to Ridgeville tonight.

I probably would have got on

and got off before it started out.

Or I would have got the jitters

the minute I got on.

Anyway, it's gone now, for tonight anyhow.

There won't be another one

until tomorrow night.

And now I know for sure,

I'm not going to make that one either.

Not the one to Ridgeville, at least.

But I'm so glad you came

to have a drink with me tonight.

I was so lonesome, I like to have died.

- Have you ever been that lonesome?

- How lonesome is that?

About as much as you can hold

without busting open.

Wanna know how I got that way?

Curfew. Shall we go home?

The reason I picked the hotel,

your hotel, it's really very...

You read the hotel advertising

on that when you had it.

You're smart.

Maybe you think I've been trying too hard

to get acquainted.

- Maybe you have.

- Maybe you think that's wrong.

Maybe it's too soon to tell.

I wonder what you're thinking.

I don't think you'll take up too much room

in my Stanley Steamer.

Maybe you're all right.

You think you can hold that thought

all the way to the Coast?

We better wait here for a minute.

Hey, I wanna ask you something.

Does that guy look like

a scared, little boy to you?

He looks like he's going to cry any minute.

Let's get away from him.

- Is Mr. O'Neil in?

- No, madam, not to my knowledge.

Walter.

Hello.

No words?

Can I have a cigarette?

- My lady's lips.

- I'll ring for some coffee for you.

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