Part 46 (1/2)
”Now take this thing. I oughtn't to acted so hasty. But I did. I oughta talked it over. But I didn't. My d.a.m.ned temper got the best of me, an'
you know I got one. If a fellow can keep his temper in boxin', why he can keep it in bein' married, too. Only this got me too sudden-like.
It's something I can't stomach, that I never could stomach. An' you wouldn't want me to any more'n I'd want you to stomach something you just couldn't.”
She sat up straight on his knees and looked at him, afire with an idea.
”You mean that, Billy?”
”Sure I do.”
”Then I'll tell you something I can't stomach any more. I'll die if I have to.”
”Well?” he questioned, after a searching pause.
”It's up to you,” she said.
”Then fire away.”
”You don't know what you're letting yourself in for,” she warned. ”Maybe you'd better back out before it's too late.”
He shook his head stubbornly.
”What you don't want to stomach you ain't goin' to stomach. Let her go.”
”First,” she commenced, ”no more slugging of scabs.”
His mouth opened, but he checked the involuntary protest.
”And, second, no more Oakland.”
”I don't get that last.”
”No more Oakland. No more living in Oakland. I'll die if I have to. It's pull up stakes and get out.”
He digested this slowly.
”Where?” he asked finally.
”Anywhere. Everywhere. Smoke a cigarette and think it over.”
He shook his head and studied her.
”You mean that?” he asked at length.
”I do. I want to chuck Oakland just as hard as you wanted to chuck the beefsteak, the coffee, and the b.u.t.ter.”
She could see him brace himself. She could feel him brace his very body ere he answered.
”All right then, if that's what you want. We'll quit Oakland. We'll quit it cold. G.o.d d.a.m.n it, anyway, it never done nothin' for me, an' I guess I'm husky enough to scratch for us both anywheres. An' now that's settled, just tell me what you got it in for Oakland for.”
And she told him all she had thought out, marshaled all the facts in her indictment of Oakland, omitting nothing, not even her last visit to Doctor Hentley's office nor Billy's drinking. He but drew her closer and proclaimed his resolves anew. The time pa.s.sed. The fried potatoes grew cold, and the stove went out.