I could feel Sue gather herself. She was white.
"I'll have to go with him," she managed to say. A slight spasm shot over our father's face. For a moment there was silence.
"You've heard all he said of this life of his?"
"Yes."
"And what he wants and expects you to do?"
"I heard it."
"And just how he wants you to live—with nothing you've been used to—nothing? No money but what a few drunken stokers throw your way, no decent ideals, no religion, no home?"
Again a pause.
"I want to go with him," she brought out at last.
Dad turned sharply and left the room.