The Last Trip

And now, another tale well calculated to keep you in. When a fond husband leads on an overseas business trip, his loving wife is after slip a remembrance gift into his suitcase. His our heroine, Myra, does in a story by Ralph Bell and Eugene Francis called...

The Last Trip. Hi, Myra. What's the South Time? Yes, sorry, I'm late, baby. What's the devil's happened to? Going out of my mind waiting in this horrid cafeteria. Easy, easy, baby.

Took me a little longer than I figured to rig up my little surprise package. Then I got stuck in a cab. Traffic is murder. Yeah, that's another thing. What makes you think they're gonna let planes take off in this weather?

Relax, will you? I call the airport just before I left my apartment. All over these flights are leaving us scheduled. It's only a little mess. Here, here's the package. Better get moving before Harry gets home.

He's home already. What? You sure? I just phoned. We got in five minutes ago and started to pack. Now how am I supposed to get this into his suitcase without his noticing heart? I don't have to tell you how is your husband.

You've never had trouble handling him up to now. Distract him somewhere. Then flip the package into the suitcase, close it, and see that it stays closed till he leaves with it. That's all there is to it.

It's not going to be that simple. I'm sure sure it is. You can do it, Maya. Look. You still want to go on living with him? I'll tell you right now. I'll just have to fade out of the picture.