"That's too bad."
"Where do you go for all these hours, Jane? You can't walk all this time."
"Have I ever asked what you do with your time, Jerry?"
"I don't expect you to do my work."
"Do you feel that you are doing my work when you share the care of our baby for three hours a day?"
"It's no man's work, pushing a baby carriage."
"If you feel demeaned by looking after our son, I shall certainly not ask your help again."
"It's no fun, trying to keep him quiet."
"No. I've discovered that."
She took their protesting offspring upstairs without more words. But the next day she did not go to her work. When Jerry finished his late breakfast, he found her in the studio.