"I have, but whether I'll take it or not is another matter."
"What would make you refuse it?"
"Too small a salary."
"But you're getting nothing now and you're managing somehow," Theresa pointed out.
Hubert reached for one of Theresa's cigarettes. He was glad that he wasn't married to Theresa. Helen had been a much better choice. This damn woman should have been a district attorney.
Theresa sat tapping her left foot thoughtfully on the floor. Many thoughts went through her head. Hymie worked so hard for his money, poor soul. It wasn't fair to give it away to a guy who sat on his can and hoped for the best. Still, what would become of Lillian if Hubert decided that he couldn't possibly be annoyed with the affair any longer? What was to prevent him from suddenly departing, to return no more? And maybe Lillian cared about this jackass. There was no accounting for tastes. Perhaps a hundred dollars would last him till he got a job. But maybe he had no intentions of getting one. Maybe he'd just break away from Lillian one of these days and go back to wherever the devil he came from. Well, if he was that kind, a hundred dollars wasn't going to keep him from leaving Lillian flat. But maybe it would keep him with her a little longer, and if she loved Hubert— Oh, there was no figuring the thing, but anyhow—
"Wait a minute," she said. "I'll get dressed and you can drive me to the bank."
"I can get a check cashed," he said.
