“How marvelous for Teddy!”
“Yeah, Madden owes about three times that much. I don’t see why he doesn’t get a little sense and go to work. This new vaudeville business will keep him going for another month if they pay him anything.”
“Well, they ought to,” said Gin. “He’ll probably work his head off fixing it up.” She kicked a coal farther into the fire and stood on the hearth, musing. How did people keep going when they owed money that way? It worried her to owe money. Once when she forgot the bill for kindling they wouldn’t send the next order and she had to find another coal company until it was fixed up. It had been awfully embarrassing. Madden just went on charging things and charging things. If she could go on like that without worrying, she might enjoy things a lot more. It was partly Flo’s fault that she was that way: Flo was scared of getting into debt: she actually kept money in the bank.
“I couldn’t ever be an artist,” she said. “I’d be too worried all the time.”
“Oh, he gets along.” Harvey sat down on the camp cot nearest the fire; the one with the Yeibichai design on the blanket. “Sit down and be sociable.”
She sat next to him and he put one arm around her while he held on to his pipe with the other hand, puffing steadily.
“Slow place, isn’t it?” he said.
“I guess so. I don’t mind much. I like the country.”
“Yeah, I do too. But you ought to see Colorado; it’s got this skinned a mile.”
“You come from Colorado, don’t you?”