TED. Ask her. She knows. It was her idea.--If I'm a pimp, what does that make you? [Takes his hat and coat, brushes by her and streaks out.]
KEN. [Unconvincingly.] He's crazy. He's--crazy.
[Silence, LAURA leans against the table, as though she had difficulty in breathing, TIPPY enters, apron on, egg beater in hand.]
TIPPY. Hello. You back? [Takes groceries.] What's up? [No answer.] Where's Ted? [No answer.]
KEN. [To LAURA.] What are you whimpering about? [Seizes her by the arms.] It's true. What he said was true, wasn't it? [She tries to speak, but cannot.] Who got my job for me? Who is paying my salary? Answer me!
LAURA. Your father.
KEN. My father! How could he do such a thing?
LAURA. It was my idea. I--I told him to do it.
KEN. You. You did that to me.
LAURA. I wanted to help you.