Act III

I can’t do anything! He doesn’t love me! He never did!

Somebody’s got to do something. He’s not a fellow that can think for himself. They left that out.

Oh, why did you make me come here? I shouldn’t have done it⁠—I don’t know why I did! I’ve been trying every way to forget him⁠—I went away, and I didn’t see anybody, and then I went around with lots of people⁠—it only made it worse. I kept wanting to call him up, and once I did, only⁠—I hung up before he could come to the telephone.

Let me bring him in here.

No, no! I don’t want to talk to him! I mustn’t!

But he’s in trouble. And you’re the only one that can help him.

He don’t want to see me!

Let me tell him you’re here. It can’t do any harm. You needn’t answer. Only promise me one thing.

What?