“Don’t you want to be with me, Cora?”
“You know I do.”
“We can’t go back, you know. We can’t start up again, like it was before. You know that. You’ve got to come.”
“I told you I wasn’t really a bum, Frank. I don’t feel like no gypsy. I don’t feel like nothing, only ashamed, that I’m out here asking for a ride.”
“I told you. We’re getting a car in to the city.”
“And then what?”
“Then we’re there. Then we get going.”
“No we don’t. We spend one night in a hotel, and then we start looking for a job. And living in a dump.”
“Isn’t that a dump? What you just left?”
“It’s different.”