The Waterbury Democrat. [volume] (Waterbury, Conn.) 1917-1946, 1946-03-08

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Kid me-"
Re pulled his hand away and
stroked his middle. ITS In here.
It's eating at me. Like thisl" He
tslowly opened and closed his dst
like a claw. Eating at my guts,'
He turned to me again. Don't
let me die, Leol"
I didn't know what TO say, II
was all so incoherent and Bogglo
looked as II he were going TO
bawl. I'd never felt such intense
loathing before. There he lay
wallowing in self-plty because Of
o lousy stomachache, mumbllng
about death as II 1t were immi-
nent.
slsnced at Ginger. she was
biting her lips, trying to hide her
scorn, II was q relief when the
buzzer finally sounded and the
doctor came In.
LIE was q youngisli man, earnest
II and efficient looking. After
putting down his little black bag
on the chair near the bed, he
turned to us.
Better 90 into the next ROOM
We didn't need any urging. ]
slouched down on q divan and
watched Ginger pour the drinks
We both had q stiff one and felt
better.
"Jerusalemp I said. "He GER
tainly goes to town with his third
act deathhed scene."
Ginger shrugged. Now that
was there she seemed to have
gotter over her fright.
He's always pulling that"
Maybe there's really something
wrong with him."
Wrong my footl He thinks he's
got o cancer but the only thing
that's the matter with him Il
nervous indigestion. There isn't
doctor tht hasn't told him that.
She warmed to her subject. Hes
the cruelest thing I know and
vet he's o coward. He can dish
1t out but can't take It. Nothing
makes him happier than the sight
Of suffering II he's sitting in the
back row !"
III that's the way you feel
interrupted, why do you stick
with him?"
Search me-"
One didn't have to search very
far, The mink coat and the jewels
on the sideboard lay there In mute
testimony.
If you knew what was good
for YOU" I said, you'd get back
on the stage, or work In a depart
ment store, or In q laundry, or any
place. But you'd call your soul
your own"
She turned on me angrily.
Look who's talking" she snap.
ped. what about you? Why don't
you go out and dig ditches?"
We might have got into quite
an argument II the doctor hadn't
come in just then.
Nothing to worry about" he
announced cheerfuully. Merely q
touch Of dyspepsia. Tomorrow
morning he should be his usual
self again"
Ginger gave me an I-told-you.
so look as she walked to the dool
with him.
WE went back into the bedroom
w Boggio already looked much
better. Merely seeing the doctor
had perked him up.
We'll" he murmured, II guess
there's still some fight left In the
old carcass"
Sure" I said, without enthusi-
asm. Lots Of It,"
He sighed with contentment and
closed his eyes.
Ginger took me into the other
room. Tomorrow" she said, he'll
be ashamed Of this and he'll be
cocker than ever to make US forget
it.
you know him pretty well
don't your"
When a woman'S around q mar
for only o day she probably finds
out more about him than another
man can in six months. And I've
been with him for almost three
years" There was plenty Of bitter
ness in her voice.
Good night, Ginger I said.
Good night, Leo"
She came close, put her arms
around me and pressed her body
against mine. / could feel her
warm and trembling her lips
eagerly awaiting.
Maybe the fact that the door
was ajar and that there was only
q distance Of about 10 feet be-
tween Boggio and us made that
kiss more exciting than all the
others.
ITO Be Continued)
In your place I'd continue eating
the things Ben Told dislikes-until
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