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"Is everybody going crazy?" she said. "I don't know what's going to happen to us. I'm ready for a nervous breakdown. I'm ready to lose my mind. What's going to happen to the kids if I lose my mind?" She slumped against the draining board, her face crumpled, tears rolling off her cheeks. "You don't love them, anyway! You never have. It isn't the dog I'm worried about. It's us! It's us! I know you don't love me any more - goddamn you! - but you don't even love the kids!"
"Betty, Betty!" he said. "My God!" he said. "Everything's going to be all right. I promise you," he said. "Don't worry," he said. "I promise you, things'll be all right. I'll find the dog and then things will be all right," he said.
to think about: the repetition of "he said" in the second para? Why?
"It's good to get out now and then. I'll make more of an effort, if you want me to."
She reached for celery. "That's up to you."
"That's not true! It's not me who's ... who's ..."
"Who's what?" she said.
"I don't care what you do," he said, dropping his eyes.
"Is that true?"
"I don't know why I said that," he said.
When they had started on the main course, Wayne said, "Well, what do you think? Is there a chance for us or not?" He looked down and arranged the napkin on his lap.
"Maybe so," she said. "There's always a chance."
"Don't give me that kind of crap," he said. "Answer me straight for a change."
"Don't snap at me," she said.
"I'm asking you," he said. "Give me a straight answer," he said.
She said, "You want something signed in blood?"
He said, "That wouldn't be such a bad idea."
She said, "You listen to me! I've given you the best years of my life. The best years of my life!"
"The best years of your life?" he said.
"I'm thirty-six years old," she said. "Thirty-seven tonight. Tonight, right now, at this minute, I just can't say what I'm going to do. I'll just have to see," sse said.
[...] His life had changed, he was willing to understand. Were there other men, he wondered drunkenly, who could look at one event in their lives and perceive in it the tiny makings of the catastrophe that thereafter set their lives on a different course? [...] he put his face up close to the pitted mirror and looked into his eyes. A face: nothing out of the ordinary. [...]