human
No, it's back to Joe on my knees, to beg him to let me stay right here. And I'll succeed--I know I will! But won't I be under Fanny's thumb? And won't I take back Amy's friends? Like a good repentant scared little girl! And eat their rich meals and chatter as they do, and dance and grow old--and push Joe on to make more money--more and more--so that I can get fat and soft--like the rest of these cats!
gpt
Be Mrs. Grewe, if you like, it said,
human
Thank you very much, she said.
gpt
I choose to be Sally Crothers first. And if that fails--well, between Fanny Carr and Mrs. Grewe there isn't much choice. Do you think so?
human
Oh, no,
gpt
Excuse me, she spoke presently.
human
Sorry to annoy you again--but is there any God about?
gpt
None, came the sleepy answer.
human
Do as you like, I tell you.
gpt
Now I've been getting morbid again! For goodness' sake let's try to be healthy and clear about this!
human
I've got to do this by myself, talk to Joe and simply make him believe me! But as soon as she came to the details of what she should say to her husband, his face as she had seen it last--worn and nervous, overwrought--kept rising up before her. Could she convince him!
gpt
It's my last chance! If only she knew how to go about it! She wanted to be heroic and face this crisis all alone--but she had been alone so much. Tonight it seemed to Ethel as though she had struggled alone for years. Was it all worth while, she asked herself. She could feel her courage ooze again. Her thinking grew vague and uneven. . . . And more and more the picture rose of the woman friend she had counted on having--Sally Crothers, who was so clever, an older woman who knew New York, knew what to do in such tangles as this, knew Joe, had known him back in that past which Ethel was trying to raise again. And it was exasperating!
human
If I could only get at her!