Let’s not start again on that, Jeff. Please? I’m just beginning to get over it. Look, Jeff, we had two wonderful months this summer, but that was it. Happens all the time. Wife and kids go away to the country and the boss has a fling with his secretary, or the manicurist, or the elevator girl. Come September, the picnic’s over. Goodbye! The kids go back to school. The boss goes back to the wife. And the girl … they don’t make these shrimp like they used to. For a while there you try kidding yourself that you’re going with an unmarried man. Then one day he keeps looking at his watch, and asks you if there’s any lipstick showing. Then rushes out to catch the 7:14 to White Plains. So you fix yourself a cup of instant coffee and you sit there by yourself and you think. And it all begins to look so ugly.
The Apartment, Fran Kubelik