"I do what I can do. I do the best I can."
"Look at the way she's dressed. I sent money. Why don't you spend some of it on clothes. Or does Doyle drink it?"
"There's no reason for her to wear her good stuff around the house. What do you want here, anyway? What did you come around here for?" She gestured toward me with her head. "He was here asking about you. I told him where to look. I guess he found you there, all right."
"In the big sinful city. Good God, Anita. Come off it. It eats on you that you never figured it out right. You never worked it so you got up there. Now you've got Doyle and look at you. You're fat and you're ugly and you're dirty."
The child began to cry again. Anita turned and slapped her across the face and sent her back into the house. She turned back to Antoinette, her face pale. "You can't come in my house."
"I wouldn't put my foot in that shack, Anita. Are the oars in the shed?"
"What do you want with oars?"
"I'm taking that boat. There's something I want to show my friend."
"What do you mean? You can't use any of the boats."
"Maybe you want to try and stop me? I'm using a boat. I'm taking a boat."