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Show •2<r© -*P. and John Tobin had a quarrel about me and I told sttk I was sorry, I really was, and she said not to worry about it, it wasn't a serious quarrel, and I said that was good. But I was a little disappointed. We were having a rare Sunday brunch, which she usuallytf had with him, I thought because they had quarreled. But it was only that his kids were spending the weekend with him. HX«« said he was a gentle, devoted father. "Does he want aitxa another family?" "I don't know. I sure don't want one. Not with a married man." "You don't care if you have kids oY K*t• "Oh . . . I wouldn't want to never have any." I concentrated on my £rench toast, made with chfcl 1&. bread, with bacon on the side. I wondered if I could find a girl who didn't want^KidsaT*«//; ivho h&lej k'Js. "Lately John's been a real ass about you," she said. "What's he got to be jealous about?**^ ttlf Ai'*i tveVc juff •Pvlt^ids. "An ass jealous of a mule?" "Hmmmm? You'd think at his age he'd know better. Don't men ever learn? He still wants to make the rules for me to live by, he thinks he has rights over me. I told him to go to hell. I've had a little too much of that." "Well, you know, TMJMT, men have owned women for so long . . . " "Yes, I do know." Her mouth drew tight. It didn't look like a small quarrel to me, it looked serious enough to please me. Still, I had found the place where I wanted to live, a Co-op house which was closer to campus than SSjS&i apartment, cleaner than the Ellis Street |
