QUOTE : Without looking at her he simply said, “I can’t stay.” At first she barely looked up. She had thought he meant only to go out on a shift and make money. He did that often, came home from a shift only to stand up again and announce he was heading back out. He had never been a man given to sitting at home. “What time would you like your dinner?” she asked, already worrying about chip pans and bread knives. “I don’t want your dinners any more. Don’t you get it?” He was shaking his head. “This is it. I can’t stay any more. I can’t stay with you. All your wanting. All that drinking.