"You're a somebody any place they put you."
"You never seen the like the way it all happened, Lew. So quick! The day I took the train was like I was walkin' for good out of a dream. Not so much as a post-card from there since—"
"Uh—uh—now—cry-baby!"
"I—ain't exactly sorry, Lew; only God knows, more'n once in those twelve weeks out of work I was for goin' back and patchin' it up with him. I ain't exactly sorry, Lew, but—but there's only one thing on God's earth that keeps me from being sorry."
"What?"
"You."
He flecked his cigar, hitching his arm up along the chair-back, laughed, reddened slightly.
"That's the way to talk! These last two nights you been lightin' up with a man so he can get within ten feet of you. Now you're shoutin'!"
She drained her glass, blew her nose, and wiped her eyes.
She was sitting loosely forward now, her hand out on his.