They were dragging themselves down the street again with the black riverwind in their teeth.
“Look out.” A policeman passed whistling softly to himself. They drew apart. “Oh Francie they’ll be takin us to the nuthouse if we keep this up. Let’s go to your room.”
“Landlady’ll throw me out, that’s all.”
“I wont make any noise.... You got your key aint ye? I’ll sneak out before light. Goddam it they make you feel like a skunk.”
“All right Dutch let’s go home.... I dont care no more what happens.”
They walked up mudtracked stairs to the top floor of the tenement.
“Take off your shoes,” she hissed in his ear as she slipped the key in the lock.
“I got holes in my stockings.”
“That dont matter, silly. I’ll see if it’s all right. My room’s way back past the kitchen so if they’re all in bed they cant hear us.”
When she left him he could hear his heart beating. In a second she came back. He tiptoed after her down a creaky hall. A sound of snoring came through a door.