"You have friends down there
and they aren't the type of friends you should have. Can't you realize that
you're out of the slums now? Can't you get it through your dumb head? No doubt
it's difficult for you to adjust but at least make an effort."
She was beginning to get angry. "How
am I supposed to take that?"
"Whatever way you want. Just
remember that up here you have class. On Orchard Street you have nothing but a
bunch of slobs."
She hadn't realized what a snob he was until
that moment. He was satisfied to put on a false front. Nothing else mattered,
just as long as they could keep up the pretense. At least the people on Orchard
Street were honest about what they were. Lucky Burke—well, a pimp. But he
admitted it. Her father was a drunk and he would be the last one in the world
to deny it. The girl on welfare didn't lie about herself. The residents of the
street had their faults but they recognized them and accepted them.
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