"Why?"
"Oh, this turning you down. It must look to you as though I claimed to be your friend and then turned out to be like the rest when I'm needed."
"No. I understand, Theresa. Honest I do."
But Theresa only shook her head and murmured, "I wish I could afford to lend you money just to prove that I'm not hot air."
"Oh, it's all right. We'll get along."
"Look, Lillian, maybe I can show you I'm your friend yet. Come to my house and stay as long as you like. I have that couch and you can stay till you get work and save up enough to get on your feet again."
"Gee, that's nice of you, Theresa. I appreciate that, really I do. But you know men are funny. I think Hubert would rather we had our own place, lousy as it is."
Theresa said, "To tell you the truth, Lillian, the invitation didn't include Hubert."
"Oh." Lillian's mouth hardened and grew thin. "Did you think I'd walk out on him because he's broke?"
"He couldn't call it walking out on him when you've stood it for six months."
"If he's got to stand it longer I can stand it too."
"Look, let's be sensible. That means unpleasant. Did you ever stop to consider that your Hubert goes home every so often and gets his belly full of good food? That he's too damn stubborn to sell the Packard and make things easier for you? You're not doing him any good by being here, and he's not doing you any good. You'd be better off away from him."
