It’s a outrage,” she says. “A outrage.”
“What could he a done?” I says. “He give her his promised word.”
“Who’s talking about him?” she says. “Who cares about him?” she says, crying. “I just wish that you and him and all the men in the world that torture us alive and flout us dead, dragging us up and down the country——”
“Now, now,” I says. “You’re upset.”