Charlotte [again talking to herself]. I was trying to nag him into something, I guess. Before we were married I always thought there must be some sort of mysterious brave things he did when he wasn’t with me. I thought that maybe sometimes he’d sneak away to hunt bears. But when he’d sneak away it was just to roll dice for cigars down at the corner. It wasn’t forests—it was just—toothpicks.
Jerry. Suppose that he was nothing but a postman now—like me.
Charlotte. I’ll be proud of him if he’s a postman, because I know he always wanted to be one. He’d be the best postman in the world and there’s something kind of exciting about being the best. It wasn’t so much that I wanted him to be rich, I guess, but I wanted him to do something he wouldn’t always be beat at. I was sort of glad he got drunk that night. It was about the first exciting thing he ever did.
Jerry. You never would of told him that.
Charlotte [stiffening]. I should say I wouldn’t of.
Jerry rises.
Jerry. I’ll try to get him here at six o’clock.
Charlotte. I’ll be waiting. [Quickly.] Tell him to stop by a store and get some rubbers.
Jerry. I’ll tell him. Good-by.
Charlotte. Good-by.