(That's another disgusting thing--_winks_ when you ask a perfectly civil question! But what can you do?
Stand it, that's all.

There's such a lot of things we poor women have to stand!) Then they quieted down and looked very sober--the kind of sober you know is faced with laughs in the back--and began to tell me what a divorce really was.

I can't remember them all, but I can some of them.

Of course I understand now that these men were trying to be smart, and were talking for each other, not for me.

And I knew it then--a little.