God, she was weeping. Well, that had finished it, he could not go. Poor June, and what a beast he was.
“All right, June, I won’t go. It’s all right, June, I’m not going. I’m not going, June, so it’s all right.”
“I’m so mis-erable.”
“But I am not going.”
“It’s” (sniff) “not that.”
“Aren’t you glad I am not going?”
“No. Yes.”
“Well, then?”
Why did one always talk baby-talk to someone who was crying?
“There, June, are you better now?”