“He’s called up every day this week to see if you’ve got home,” says Millie. “I guess they want you back at the bank.”
“He wants me to drop in and talk about it,” says Al.
“You’re not going to work right away?” says Millie. “You ought to rest awhile, take a vacation.”
“I got to make money,” says Al. “Last year, it was ‘kill Japs’ and this year it’s ‘make money.'”
“We’re all right for the time being,” says Millie.
“Why do they have to bother me with problems like that the first day I get home? Why can’t they give a fellow time to get used to his own family?” Al turns around and looks at Millie. “Why don’t you come over here and sit down?”
“Chair’s liable to break,” says Millie, sitting on his lap.
“We can’t be worrying about chairs,” says Al. “Not when they want me back at a Nice Fat Job, at a Nice Fat Bank!”
“You don’t seem very happy about it,” says Millie.
“I’m not,” says Al.
“Why not, darling?” asks Millie.
“I can’t help thinking about the other guys,” says Al, grimly. “All the ones who haven’t got you.” he smiles at her. She pinches his cheek.
“You’re crazy,” says Millie, smiling.
“No,” says Al. “Too sane for my own good.” Millie puts her hand on his chin, turns his head, and kisses him.