Doris. Cheer up. In a year or so you’ll never know you ever had a husband.
Charlotte [bursting into tears at this]. But I want him back.
Doris [reminiscently]. Do you know the song? Do you know the song? [She sings:]
“A good man is hard to find
You always get the other kind
And when you think that he is your friend
You look around and find him scratching
’Round some other hen——”
She has forgotten her ethical connection and begins to enjoy the song for itself, when Charlotte interrupts.
Charlotte [in torture]. Oh, don’t! Don’t!
Doris. Oh, excuse me. I didn’t think you’d take it personally.... It’s just about colored people.
Charlotte. Oh, do you suppose he’s with some colored women?
Doris [scornfully]. No-o-o! What you need is to get your mind off it for a while. Just say to yourself if he’s in a dive, he’s in a dive, and if he’s in Hollywood, he’s in Hollywood, and if he’s in the morgue——