“Eve….”
She cuts him off. “You promised you’d stopped that. You promised me. And she tells me that you’ve been taking Shelley with you. What kind of environment is that for her? Taking her among that kind of riff-raff…”
Red-faced and furious, she advances on her husband. He glances at the knife still in her hand. Her eyes follow his and then, with exaggerated care, she puts it down. “How much have you been losing, Al?” she hisses. “How much? First you tell me you’ve sunk every penny we have into that stinking swamp you bought and now I find you were lying. How much have you thrown away?”
“The land’s an investment, Eve,” he whines. “You’ll see. And it wasn’t much on the tables. It’s only a bit of fun. And I’ll soon catch up. It’s alright, really.”
“No, it isn’t all right. Shelley needs
