“No, it’s no longer enough for you.”
And with a sad smile she added simply:
“See, how you work.”
“Edith, must we not think of the future?”
“No, not yet. What do we need?”
He took umbrage at her question:
“My resources are used up. The money we’re spending now is yours. I can’t forget that.”
“But all is the same between us. Am I not your wife?”
He wrinkled his eyebrows with a purposed look.
“I want your dot to remain intact. I’ve asked one of my friends, who is a political writer in Paris, to find me a place with the newspapers. Can’t I send them some review from the foreign journals? I learned English at college, and later German for my doctor’s thesis. And I speak Italian already. This side work and a place in a lawyer’s office will give us enough to live on.”