Mr. Milton explains that the bank wants to extend a helping hand to returning veterans, “whenever possible.”
“But,” says Milton, “we must all remember that this is not our money we’re doling out. It belongs to our depositors, and we can’t gamble with it.”
“I’ll remember, Mister Milton,” says Al.
Milton laughs. “We’ll meet at the Union Club at 7:30,” says Milton. “And, uh, give my best to your charming wife.”
“Thank you, Mister Milton,” says Al. After Al leaves, Milton stops smiling.
Marie Derry is in a house dress in her kitchen, ironing a dress.
Fred walks in the front door. He picks up a newspaper off the living room floor. The apartment is an untidy mess.
“Hello,” says Fred to Marie.
“Oh, hello,” replies Marie, continuing to iron. “Say, you’d better hurry and get dressed. And wear your new suit. We’re going out to dinner at the Embassy Club.”
Fred frowns at her. “Oh, don’t worry,” says Marie. “It won’t cost a nickel. We got invited.”
“Who invited us?” asks Fred.