She fell silent. A chill raced through her.
"O God!" she began, under her breath. "O God! God!" Then: "Mamma! Mamma!
Mamma!"
"You are cold," he said, reaching out to pinch her jacket sleeve.
"That's a warm coat. Where do you live?"
"Lemme alone," she said, staring out before her as if she were seeing the stripe and vine, stripe and vine.
"You got the shivers," he said. "Better go home."
"Lemme alone."
"Ain't there no way you girls can learn to behave yourselves?
Here"—digging down into his pocket—"here."
"No."
"Where you live?"
"I dunno. I dunno."