Sabina ran into the kitchen.
“Here, take this milk and egg up to the Frau,” said Anna. “Who’ve you got in there?”
“Got such a funny man! I think he’s a little gone here,” tapping her forehead.
Upstairs in the ugly room the Frau sat sewing, a black shawl round her shoulders, her feet encased in red woollen slippers. The girl put the milk on a table by her, then stood, polishing a spoon on her apron.
“Nothing else?”
“Na,” said the Frau, heaving up in her chair. “Where’s my man?”
“He’s playing cards over at Snipold’s. Do you want him?”
“Dear heaven, leave him alone. I’m nothing. I don’t matter.... And the whole day waiting here.”
Her hand shook as she wiped the rim of the glass with her fat finger.
“Shall I help you to bed?”