“It's 'cause if I gave you any money to go down there you'd blow it in and make a fool of yourself. You ain't fit to have a wife, that's why. You owe me money now that I give you for your wife and you soaked it in on jags. Don't you talk to me. Understand?” Bruce stood by the window, looking out into the dark. Hunch was bending over the washbowl and splashing water on the floor. He groped for the towel. Bruce said: “What you got mad about all of a sudden?”
Hunch's face was buried in the towel. Bruce watched him.
“What you going to say to her, Hunch?”
“I dunno.”
“Say, you ain't going to say nothing about me, are you?”
Hunch glanced at him contemptuously, and began to hone his razor. Bruce stood around for a while, then moved slowly toward the door.
“Where're you going?”
“I dunno. Thought I might go up town. Guess there ain't much of anything going on.”
“You come back.”
Bruce laughed nervously.