to Milly as she slipped off her dress. “Oh I wish he would stop drinking.”
“I’d put him in the shower and turn cold water on him deary.”
“How’s the house tonight Milly?”
“Pretty thin Miss Elaine.”
“I guess it’s the bad weather ... I’m going to be terrible.”
“Dont let him get you worked up deary. Men aint worth it.”
“I want to go byby.” Stan was swaying and frowning in the center of the room. “Miss Elaine I’ll put him in the bathroom; nobody’ll notice him there.”
“That’s it, let him go to sleep in the bathtub.”
“Ellie I’ll go byby in the bathtub.”
The two women pushed him into the bathroom. He flopped limply into the tub, and lay there asleep with his feet in the air and his head on the faucets. Milly was making little rapid clucking noises with her tongue.