“It's bad. She didn't have enough to eat or keep her warm. She's going to live at Joe Cartier's place and take her meals there. It's a good deal cheaper'n the other. I told her you was coming down Sundays.”
“What'd you say to her, Hunch? What'd she say? Anything special? Tell me about it.”
“Guess there ain't nothing to tell.”
“Seems to me it's kind of funny if a man can't find out nothing about his own wife. You was down there and you see her all day. I don't see why I ain't got a right to know about it.”
“Oh, shut up. You ain't got a right to nothing from the way you've treated her.”
“Look here, Hunch Badeau, you've got to tell me.”
“How long you been saying what I got to do and what I ain't got to do?”
“That's all right, but——”
“Yes, it's dead right.”
Bruce stopped and took Hunch's arm. “Take your hand off me.”