June Bride

the elaborate office building of the Allied magazine syndicate. Reentire floors are devoted to the highly successful home life magazine. At the head of this minor empire is home life's efficient editor, Miss Linda Guillot. Can I come in back in the minute here?

Karen, it's you. You're back. Hello. And a great big enthusiasm. Hello to you too. How have you been, Linda? Reasonably well, considering I haven't had you around for the past three years. Been that long, eh?

Last time I saw you, we had lunch at Marcel's. August 12th, 1950. We were supposed to die in its feasers. Only you went to Berlin instead. I might have known you'd remember it. By the way, our date is off, isn't it?

When I didn't hear from you for three years, I leaped to that conclusion. You hear... Oh, now don't be like that. You're right. You're really not a here. You just get that impression. What do you want?

Can I just stop in and say hello without being suspected? You're being charming, reasonable, and very boy. Unless you've changed, that means you're about to drink somebody's blood, probably mine. I, uh... I've just been up to see the boss.

He fired me. Oh, really? And here I was thinking he couldn't read. Ha ha ha. You're sweet. Anyway, he hired me back again. He can't read. You, uh... You know who my new editor is?

No, who? You. Oh, no. No, he wouldn't do that to me. He's already done it. No. I'm assigned to the home life in America series. Over my dead. Didn't bring flattering, you know. After all, I'm still pretty handy with a typewriter.