"He spent his money on me and my friends, didn't he?"
"Suppose he did. He got paid for it. You've given him damn near two years of your life." Theresa had never seen Lillian argumentative before or with hot, red cheeks. She knew that Lillian was sore at her, but she was set on saying what she thought. She said, "He can stand this place better than you can. No, not because he's a man. That's story-book stuff. Men aren't braver than women. He can stand it because he gets a rest from it occasionally. He can go home and probably sleep in a damn fine house. Where can you go? Not only that, but he has that house to think of in dark moments. He can go there to stay, Lillian, if worst comes to worst. Did you ever think of that?"
"No."
"Well, think of it now. See things my way."
"Why?"
"Because I'm right. He wanted you and he got you. You owe him nothing."
"Would you feel that way about Hymie? If Hymie couldn't provide for you tomorrow would you feel free to leave him flat?"
"No."
"Because some mug said hocus-pocus Latin or Hebrew—or however you were married—over you. You think if a girl isn't married to a man she's so low that a few lousy, stinking tricks won't make her any worse."
"Lillian, you know I'm not like that. You're talking damn foolishness. I wouldn't feel justified in leaving Hymie because that boy has worked for me. We're
