Bud lost his temper and said a good many things should not have
said. Marie flung back angry retorts and reminded Bud of all his
sins and slights and shortcomings, and told him many of mamma's
pessimistic prophecies concerning him, most of which seemed
likely to be fulfilled. Bud fought back, telling Marie how much
of a snap she had had since she married him, and how he must have
looked like ready money to her, and added that now, by heck, he
even had to do his own cooking, as well as listen to her whining
and nagging, and that there wasn't clean corner in the house, and
she'd rather let her own baby go hungry than break a simp rule in
a darn book got up by a bunch of boobs that didn't know anything
about kids. Surely to goodness, he finished his heated paragraph,
it wouldn't break any woman's back to pour a little warm water on
a little malted milk, and shake it up.
He told Marie other things, and in return, Marie informed him
that he was just a big-mouthed, lazy brute, and she could curse
the day she ever met him. That was going pretty far. Bud reminded
her that she had not done any cursing at the time, being in his
opinion too busy roping him in to support her.
By that time he had gulped down his coffee, and was into his
coat, and looking for his hat.
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