"I pay you enough, you’re just being needy."
As much as he didn’t want to start a
domestic in front of the other men, Herbert
usually said it how it was, “If you leave I’ll
buy you some new shoes later.” Blackmail,
a dirty technique but he knew the promise
of shoes might buy him some peace, “If
you’re staying, sit down and be quiet but no
shoes later.”
“I don’t want shoes,” Jeanette replies, in a low,
sulky sort of way, and it’s clearly a lie. But there
is a whole mountain of shoes stuffed in a closet
back in the suite, and going a few days without
yet another pair won’t be too painful when the
other has already been nagged for two dresses
and a fur coat, and that’s just this week. Jeanie’s
pout turns to a mawkish little smirk– thank God,
Herbert is feeling lenient enough to let the pain
in the ass stay in time to keep it discreet and
prevent a tantrum. "I wanna go out somewhere
fancy, honey. You said you was gonna take me
out.“