“Put me down!” There was a snap in her voice that jolted him. He put her down and turned her. The cold, hostile look she gave him brought him up short, just like he’d rammed his face against a brick wall.
“Say, what’s wrong? I got to thinkin’ of you in the car. I thoughtI thought maybe we could go back a couple of years.”
She said, “Think again.”
“What the hell is this?” he said, his disappointment making him suddenly mad with her.
She walked back into the sitting−room. He saw her put her hand to her eyes.
He wandered after her, feeling a suppressed rage welling up in him. He leant against the door−post. “What is it?” he asked.
She said, “You know what it is.” Her voice sounded full of tears.
“Don’t talk in riddles. If you’ve got anythin’ to beef about, why not save it? Listen, honey,” Benny said urgently, “this ain’t the time to start fightin’. Come on with me. We’ll have a good time togetherhow’s that?
You’ll feel fine”
She said, interrupting him: “Wait a minute. You’ve got a one−track mind. That floosie’s got you burnt up, and you think you can take it out of me.