A recovering alcoholic, Karen, comes-to in a strange bed with a terrible hangover. Through her clouded mind she struggles to recall what happened the night before. With her supportive husband Jeff, she's been so good at leaving off the juice, so what could have happened. Slowly events come back. It was a party, Jeff's sophisticated co-workers were there. Drinks were everywhere, but she kept saying no thanks. Trouble is she didn't seem to fit in among the guests; worse, why was Jeff paying so much attention to that tall, middle-age woman. The only person paying Karen any mind was this weird guy, Marlowe. Maybe that means she is weird too. Maybe too, that's why she's in this strange bed-- but why is her hand so heavily bandaged. If only she could remember.
That fine actress Phyllis Thaxter specialized in troubled women like Karen , e.g. Bewitched (1947). Here she runs a gamut of emotions, even allowing her good looks to turn haggard and disheveled. The entry's heart is in the right place— a dramatic warning against the destructive effects of alcohol. However, the logic of Karen's rejection at the party, plus Jeff's keeping company with Renee, aren't really accounted for. Thus, the fateful events seem more contrived than necessary. Too bad these holes weren't filled. Anyway, there's a good ironic kicker that certainly underlines the entry's message, narrative flaws or not.