“What did they want, Jap, that’s so upset you?”
“I’m not upset!” He glared at her. His trembling hand could not touch the match to the cigarette paper.
“It’s only right that you should tell me,” she said firmly.
His eyes wavered.
“It’s about the cook stove; Teeters wants to foreclose the mortgage.”
She regarded him fixedly, turned, and started for the kitchen. She knew that he was lying.