Have I seen her? Only through the window across the street.
If I go meeting her on the corner some damned fool will go blabbing it to the old man and she’ll get hell. He’s a queer old bastard! Every time he sees me you’d think I wanted to kill him. But I figure it out it’s best to let things stay as they are— for a while at least.
It’s hard giving up the thing you want most in the world, but with this damned pump of mine liable to give out …
She’s a good kid and I’d hate to hurt her but if she can get over it—