Where are you going at this hour," Rachel wanted to know. "Oh, out." Vaguely. If she had any guts, Rachel thought, she would say : who the hell are you, I have to account to you for where I go ? And Rachel would answer : I am who you owe a thousand-odd bucks to, is who. And Esther get all hysterical and say : If that’s the way it is, I’m leaving, I will go into prostitution or something and send you your money in the mail. And Rachel would watch her stomp out and then just as she was, at (...)