Easu wanted his wife to be common. Nevertheless, with the anomalousness of human beings, it humiliated him and put acid in his blood.
"Have a jorum!" said Easu to Tom.
"I s'd think you're not goin' to set down drinkin' at this time of day," she said, in her loud, common, interfering voice.
"What's the time of the day to you?" asked Easu acidly, as he filled Tom's glass.
"We can't stop. Mall be expecting us back," said Tom.
Easu silently filled Jack's glass, and the wife went out, banging the door. Immediately she fell upon the baby and began to vituperate the little animal for its dirt. The men couldn't hear themselves speak.
But Easu lifted up his chin and poured the liquor down his throat. He had shaved his beard, and had only three days of yellowish stubble. He smacked his lips as he set down his glass, and looked at the two boys with a sarcastic, gloating look.
"Find a few changes, eh?" he observed.
"Just a few."
"How's the place look?"