Herbert can almost feel the men’s opinions of him
dropping each moment longer Jeanie is pestering
for attention, “Jeanette,” He says calming, taking
a firm grip of his wife’s wrist, “I do love you, now
shut up.” Using his other hand, the gentleman
reached into a different pocket, retrieving a lighter
which he almost threw at the trollop beside him.
Jeanie pulls away from the other’s grip and lights
the cigarette, making sure to purposely exhale
smoke in Herbert’s direction. Behaving well is not
a strong suit and the looks they are receiving are
increasingly scornful, yet Jeanie just seems to find
it amusing, and can’t quite hold back a smug simper
despite how Herbert’s thinly veiled anger is being
pushed a little too far. Being childish and bratty and
awfully improper is what Mrs Darville does best.
“It ain’t fair,” Jeanie quips, “you’re being boring.
All you ever do is work and brush me off, baby.”