“We’ll ditch this Greek and blow. Just blow.”
“Where to?”
“Anywhere. What do we care?”
“Anywhere. Anywhere. You know where that is?”
“All over. Anywhere we choose.”
“No it’s not. It’s the hash house.”
“I’m not talking about the hash house. I’m talking about the road. It’s fun, Cora. And nobody knows it better than I do. I know every twist and turn it’s got. And I know how to work it, too. Isn’t that what we want? Just to be a pair of tramps, like we really are?”
“You were a fine tramp. You didn’t even have socks.”
“You liked me.”
“I loved you. I would love you without even a shirt. I would love you specially without a shirt, so I could feel how nice and hard your shoulders are.”