"I told her that if she went off to her Grandmother's in Madison over Christmas she could stay away for good."
"And so she went!"
"How'd you know?"
"Any woman would."
"Damn her," said Peter. "No, I don't mean that." He wondered why he was confiding in Gus. No one else to confide in, really.
"Just act like she doesn't exist," said Gus. "Go ahead and have a good time without her. She'll come crawling back on her belly."
"You don't know this girl."
"Maybe not this one," Gus admitted, "but they're all cats out of the same litter."
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