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wet and soft, not like the hard hands of most the men she had picked up. |
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"Why . . . why . . . didn't you go after him?" |
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All Cappy had to do now was set the hook. "Because of my mother; she isn't well. She had such high hopes for me. It would have killed her if she knew Charlie ran off without . . . " she threw in a few more sobs, " . . . without marrying me." |
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Cappy s story had lost all semblance of logic but Harvey didn't seem to notice. She was, plain and simple, a woman in distress, and in Loo-e-ville, where he was brought up, men didn't treat ladies like that. |
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"I've got a job. It isn't much, but it's a job. I thought Charlie would help me; he knew how sick my mother was. He promised me he would take her to Arizona where the climate would be good for her health." |
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There was a funny little furrow in Harvey's ponderously thick brow, like just maybe he had heard of Arizona before. |
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Now Cappy was on a roll. The lines were coming back to her. She found the routine easier to slip back into. Her routine was a masterpiece, interspersed with just the right number of carefully rehearsed sobs, expressions of dismay and tears of disappointment. |
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Harvey reached out again and captured her trembling hand. His flabby face mirrored his |
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