Scene IV - Neighbor Rosicky revision PDF

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Polly was in a short sleeved gingham blouse with baby blue denim jeans, clearing away the dishes. She was petite, with deep blue eyes and golden locks. “Good evening, Mr. Rosicky. Rudolph’s at the barn, I think” She never called him Dad or Mary mom. She was sensitive about marrying a foreigner. She never would have done it if Rudolph wasn’t so handsome. Rosicky started, “My boys ain’t going to the show tonight, and I brought the car over for you two to go see the new movie that just came out at the theater.” Polly looked over her shoulder as she carried the dishes to the sink, “Thank you. But I’ve got house work to take care of tonight, and I’m tired. Maybe you should take Rudolph with you.” “Oh, I don’t go to the movies! I’m too old-fashioned. You go and get yourself cleaned up, Polly. I’ll wash the dishes and look after the house for you. Polly blushed and tucked a piece of her hair behind her ear, “I couldn’t have you do all that Mr. Rosicky.” Rosicky said nothing, he took one of the hand towels that was in one of the kitchen drawers and threw it over his shoulder. He gently took Polly by her two elbows and guided her to the doorway of the kitchen. “I washed up the kitchen many times for my wife when the babies were sick. You go and doll yourself up. Make yourself look prettier than all them city girls. Young people need to have fun. I’m gonna make sure you have a good time, Polly.” His soft gaze and reassuring grip on her elbows made Polly want to rest her head on the old man's shoulders for a second. She restrained herself but lingered in his grasp in the doorway. “You always lived in the city when you were younger, didn’t you? Don’t you get lonely out here?” Polly murmured tearfully. “Those big cities are alright for the rich guys who can afford it, but for the poor people, it’s terrible.”

“I don’t know. Sometimes I think I’d like to take a chance. Didn’t you live in New York?” “And London. I learned my trade there. Now, here comes Rudolph, you better hurry.” “Will you tell me about your time in London?” “Maybe, I’m not much of a talker, Polly. Go and get ready.” The bedroom door closed behind her, and Rudolph came in from outside. He looked anxious, he saw the car outside and halted in the doorway when he saw his father in the kitchen, carrying dishes to the kitchen sink. Rudolph’s flushed crimson, Rosicky held up a finger and stated very matter-of-factedly: “I brought the car over for you and Polly to go to the movie theater, I made her let me finish up here so you won’t be late. Go put on a clean shirt, hurry up!” “But don’t the boys want the car tonight, Dad?” “Not tonight they don’t.” Rosicky fumbled in his pockets and pulled out a wrinkled twenty-dollar bill and said in a hurried whisper: “You go and buy that girl some ice cream and candy tonight, like you were taking her on the first date all over again.” Rudolph was short on money, yet he took the money as if it hurt him. Crops were failing all over the country, and he already felt sorry about getting married this year. A few minutes went by and the young couple were all dressed for their night out, Rosicky hurried them off and began cleaning up as he declared he would do before....