[...] "No, Gus, listen. I think you should go back to Esther. Or I think I think you should." What she meant, she supposed, was that he would be doing the right thing, for him, but that she wished he were different. A better man or a worse one. A few minutes ago, she had suddenly realized a fac…
[...] "You don't mind if I take this?" she queried, showing her the menu and pointing to her briefcase. The hostess of course was delighted: all the world loves a writer, Libby had found. The old French waiters at the Lafayette Cafe had got so they gave her a regular table when she dropped in, _tou…
[...] "Dottie," she said firmly, "it's cruel and wicked to marry a man you only half love. Especially an older man. It's a kind of cheating. I've seen it happen among my own friends. YOu promise the man something that you can't give. As long as that other man remains in the back of your mind. Like …
she had "reacted" [...] against her mother's measured and stately meliorism and bridled at the very notion of changing people