There’s a distinctive groan of frustration the moment
Jeanie mentions going out, he’d said that to appease
his lover, hoping he’d forget, but no, he hadn’t,
“Jeanette, I’ll take you out when I’m not busy, look
how many guests we have for Christ’s sake.” Herbert
is rather desperate and it’s showing, all he wants to
do is make a good impression, have his men know
he’s a strong individual who shouldn’t be irritated,
but of course, his wife was proving he was quite the
opposite.
Herbert is clearly annoyed, but Jeanie couldn’t
care less– because being the center of attention
is always good, even if it’s only in the form of odd
stares from boring old so-called businessmen who
drum their fingers impatiently because a certain
kingpin’s wife is wasting their time. Jeanette shifts
a little on the arm of Herbert’s chair and crosses
slender legs left over right in a way that conveniently
happens to hitch skirts up a little. “But you’re always
busy," comes a whine in reply, and Jeanie takes a
cigarette from the case left on the side table and
shoves a hand down the front of Herbert’s jacket
in search of his lighter. ”–Do you love me?“