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Show 3cC something you want, you go on and on about it. But when it comes to my coat -- or meet me at that restaurant an hour late." "I told you I was rehearsing and couldn't call." "Miss half the stuff on the grocery list but not the oatmeal." "Stop with the god damned oatmeal. I'll throw it out." "Sure, waste it. As long as I'm here to pick up the slack. And why bother to tell me you won't be home for supper, why bother to sweep the kitchen feoor--" "O.K..' Jesus. What the hell's wrong with you this morning?" "I depended on you to get that coat." "You've got a coat." "I've got one that's too light and I've got one that's too dressy." "Wear it anyhow, be dressed up for a change." "I just want to know whether I can depend on you or not. I guess not." "Oh for Christ's sake, you tired of me or what? Already?" '"•hat do you mean, already?" "Have you got a -- Do you want me to move out, or what?" "Suit yourself, Ace." "Oh, I have been, Babe. This place is middleclass as alltf hell but the grub ain't bad and I've got a steady dd piece." "Yes.' Talk the way you really feel.' Finally." "If you don't want me around any more, hell, I can move easy enough. Then you can --" "Into your little coed co-op? Find another girl to screw and exploit?" "fell, that leaves you free for the next guy. Is that it, is he already around? Panting to move in?" "The next guy? You had to say that, didn't you? Sooner or later. I expected it, I knew it. Finally. Protect your squishy little ego." She brushed past me to the coat closet in the livingroom for her black, dressy coat. "I'll start looking for a place today," I said. |
