human
Say, she said, after he had gone,
gpt
I want to talk to you.
human
What is it?
gpt
The old man, Guiseppe, is a fool, she blurted out.
human
Says your friend married me.
gpt
Well. That isn’t foolish. He did marry you.
human
Aw hell! Don’t lie to me. Fine men like him don’t marry girls they pick up in the street.
gpt
Not very often, I admitted.
human
But Benson certainly married you.
gpt
You must think I’m easy, she persisted.
human
He won’t never marry me. Of course it don’t matter how poor you are. Sometimes rich men from uptown marry factory girls, like in ’From Rags to Riches’—but not girls like me. Not girls that have been bad.
gpt
Didn’t you go to the City Hall with him?
human
Don’t I know? Haven’t I seen people get married? she retorted half in discouragement, half in anger.
gpt
Don’t I know you have to have a white dress and a priest? Wot’s the game?