“Well, she’s not living with us anymore, Freddy,” says Hortense. “She took an apartment downtown.”
“Then why didn’t anyone write me about it?” asks Fred.
“Well, we were afraid it might worry you – – you, being so far away and everything,” says Hortense. “And it was kind of inconvenient for Marie, living in this place, after she took that job.”
“But, we forwarded all your letters, and the allotment checks,” adds Pat.
“She took a job?” asks Fred. “Where?”
“Uh, some nightclub,” says Pat. “I don’t know just which one.”
“Oh, the poor girl works ’til all hours,” says Hortense.
“Where does she live?” asks Fred.
“Uh, Grandview Arms,” says Pat. “It’s on Pine Street.
“But there’s nothing to worry about, Freddy,” says Hortense. “Marie’s fine! We saw her last – – last Christmas. She brought us some beautiful presents.”
“Marie’s a good-hearted girl,” says Pat.
“Do you know what time she goes out to work?” asks Fred.
“Um– along about suppertime, I imagine,” says Pat.
Fred looks around. “Do you mind if I leave my stuff here?” asks Fred. “I’ll pick it up later.”
“Sure,” says Hortense, “but – aren’t you going to stay and have a bite to eat?”
“No thank you, Hortense,” says Fred. He turns to Pat. “Well, uh–“