"I'm sure you can, Pete. You always try. But as for you—you little—"
Alice ducked down away from her. Pictures. Oh God, what it would make her look like. Still, this hag with the pinched up face who couldn't hold a man with all the cosmetics in the drugstore to camouflage her—she had her nerve, yelling like that.
"Yeah, and I know a lot about you too!" Alice Hendricks cried.
"Why, let me get my hands on you...."
"Riuku!"
Riuku prodded. Calm down, you fool. You're not gaining anything this way. Calm down, so I can get out of here....
Alice Hendricks stopped yelling abruptly.
"That's better," Susan said. "Pete, your taste in women gets worse each time. I don't know why I always take you back."
"I can explain everything."
"Oh, Pete," Alice Hendricks whispered. "Petey, you're not—"