Too Many Husbands Page #3

after I left Henry's office.

I... I felt as though Bill were watching

his name being taken off that door,

and he didn't like it a bit.

I could see him just as plain up there.

- You don't think I'm crazy, do you, Dad?

- No.

These things always happen when I eat veal.

You don't think I'm crazy, either,

do you, dear?

- Of course not.

- Well, that helps a lot.

And it helps a lot, too,

about your eating veal at luncheon,

seeing Bill up there,

because he's coming down tonight.

- What?

- 8:
00 at the airport. You're to meet him.

- Dad, you're crazy!

- See? I knew it. I'm crazy.

You can't tell a woman

to meet her dead husband at 8:00.

You just can't!

You mean, he's alive?

He's not drowned?

But, Dad, he's dead.

He showed no signs of it over the telephone.

- Lf this is a joke...

- That's what I said. But it isn't.

I don't know whether I'm asleep

or out of my mind, or what.

You... You talked to him?

He called up from Norfolk.

He said something about being rescued

from an island by a boat,

and he was just about to catch a plane.

Does he know about Henry?

- I don't think so. He asked for his wife.

- Oh, this is awful.

- Well, aren't you glad he's alive?

- Of course I am.

But what am I going to do?

I have two husbands.

Well, don't look at me. I didn't marry them.

Oh, Dad, you've got to help me figure

out something before Henry...

- I'm early.

- Yeah.

Vicky, will you tell Peter to have dinner

at 6:
00 so I can get back to the office?

Linotypers' strike.

Throws our whole schedule

into a cocked hat.

Well, aren't you going to tell Peter?

What's ailing you?

Do you begrudge me

one evening at the office in a crisis?

No.

Well, then, what is it?

- Listen, Vicky, if it's about lunch...

- No.

Or taking Bill's name off the door...

Well, there's something wrong.

You both act as if I were repulsive.

I can't stand this. What have I done?

I know. It's because I tore up

that photograph of you and Bill.

You've told your father. You hate me.

Vicky, I only did it because I love you.

There was nothing vicious about it.

Gosh, he was my best friend.

Vicky, I swear that I loved Bill

like my own brother.

May I drop dead right here on this spot

if I wouldn't sacrifice even my love for you

to have Bill alive.

- Henry, don't say that!

- Why not?

Because Bill is alive!

- Get some brandy.

- Yes, yes.

Oh, Henry, Henry, Henry. Say something.

Say something. Talk.

- Henry. Hello? Hello, Henry?

- Here.

You see what this sort of thing does

to grown men?

We can't tell Bill. What will we do?

How should I know?

Take some brandy to the airport with you.

- Vicky, I love you.

- You mean I have to go to the airport alone?

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