I want to spare you a lot of sadness
I don’t know what he’s told you
But I can guarantee you
He doesn’t live with mother
Or what you’d call a roommate
He’s just a — I can’t say it Poor Betty
You ask him
I’d love to hear his answer
Joe!
That’s right, Betty, why don’t you ask me?
Don’t
Or better yet, come over and see for yourself. Yes, right now
The address is ten thousand eighty-six, Sunset Boulevard
Don’t hate me, Joe. I did it because I need you. Look at me. Look at my hands.
Look at my face. Look under my eyes. How can I go back to work if I’m wasting
away? No! Don’t stand there hating me, Joe. Shout at me, strike me,
but say you don’t hate me