“D’you know how I live in that house where there’s everything to clean, and with not a soul to help me, mind you, with a man that throws anything away, anywhere, an’ the chickens to feed and the meals to cook?”
“There would be food to prepare and boards to scrub in towns.”
“Oh, I know there would, but we could have a gay time there, what with dancing an’ nice dresses an’ everything.”
“Oh yes, we could have a gay time there.”
How different this was to the first time he had sat at the top with her a fortnight ago. Only two weeks and so many things had happened.
“You will take me, won’t you, John darling?”
“Yes.”
Let in for it this time.
“But I can’t leave Father.”
“But I thought you said you wanted to go.”