two cups of coffee. Lillian observed as she lighted a cigarette that Hubert would have to run to the store before breakfast as there was now no butter.
"What are you people going to do tomorrow?" Louise asked.
"I don't know," said Lillian.
"And you don't care, I suppose."
"Nope." The answer was not intended to be an admission of reckless despair. Lillian was merely trying to avoid a long and tiresome discussion of how she would spend her Tuesday.
She was surprised when Louise patted her tenderly on the shoulder and said, "I don't blame you for being fed up."
"What should she be fed up about?" asked Hubert, sourly.
"Aw, she's crazy," Billy put in. "Why don't you keep your mouth shut, Louise?" It was evident that Billy knew what to expect.
Louise ignored him and addressed herself to Hubert. She smiled warmly as she spoke and her manner was that of an ingenuous friend whose frank opinion has been requested. "Well, I mean the way you live, Scotty. Honestly, Billy can tell you that I was never happy before he and I were married. A man doesn't mind that kind of thing but girls do. I bet right now that Lillian is miserable."
"What's the matter with you, Lou? Drunk?" asked Lillian.
"There," said Louise, triumphantly, "that proves my point. See, she won't admit that she's unhappy."
