Show yourself a good time. You got the means and the time. Ain't there no
way to satisfy you?"
"I can't do things alone all the time, Harry. I--I'm funny that way. I
ain't a woman like that, a new-fangled one that can do things without her
husband. It's the nights that kill me--the nights. The--all nights sitting
here alone--waiting."
"If you 'ain't learned the demands of my business by now, I'm not going
over them again."
"Yes; but not all--"
"You ought to have some men to deal with. I'd like to see Mrs. Unger try to
dictate to him how to run his business."
"You've left me behind, Harry. I--try to keep up, but--I can't. I ain't
the woman to naturally paint my hair this way. It's my trying to keep up,
Harry, with you and--and--Edwin. These clothes--I ain't right in 'em,
Harry; I know that. That's why I can't stand it. The suspense. The waiting
up nights. I tell you I'm going crazy. Crazy with knowing I'm left behind."
"I never told you to paint up your hair like a freak."
"I thought, Harry--the color--like hers--it might make me seem younger--"
"You thought! You're always thinking."
She stood behind him now over the couch, her hand yearning toward but not
touching him.
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