“So?”
“You don’t seem to care.”
“Why should I?”
Kerrigan spoke with bitter sarcasm. “She’s got class. You don’t want her mixing with bar flies and dock workers.”
“I don’t give a damn who she mixes with.”
“She’s your sister,” Kerrigan said. “Don’t she mean anything to you?”
“She means a great deal to me. I’m awfully fond of Loretta.”
“Then why don’t you look out for her?”
“She’s old enough to look out for herself.”
“Not after dark. Not in this neighborhood. No woman is safe in this neighborhood.”