The Glass Wall Page #3

Honest, I will.

Either you dig up the cash right away,

or when Eddie gets home

he'll put your things out on the sidewalk.

Mrs. Hinckley, I promise you.

No, I want you out of here anyway.

I've seen the way

you've been egging my Eddie on.

Egging? I'm black and blue

from fighting the big gorilla off.

Now, you get your things out of here,

or when Eddie gets home

he'll put them out.

And he'll be home soon.

Well, wait a minute, Mrs. Hinckley.

I think I can let you have part of it.

So, you've been holding out?

- All right. Open up. Let me have it.

- Under the door.

Seven lousy dollars. You owe me 30.

I'll get you the rest. I got a job coming.

You cough it up by day after tomorrow.

That's final.

Thanks for the loan.

But if you got any ideas it's gonna

entitle you to any special privileges...

I'm sorry.

You have enough troubles without me.

Well, it was not such a good idea that I had.

I hope you understand.

It's nothing personal. I...

I won't trouble you anymore.

There's no use

asking where to send the money.

I don't know when I'll ever have any.

Just don't steal any more coats.

I know. I'm not very good at it.

Goodbye.

So long.

- Must go. Must find Tom.

- Just take it easy.

My ribs. Something must be broken.

How did you do that?

- When I jumped from the ship.

- What ship?

It's here in the paper.

- You better get to a doctor.

- No.

He would report me.

They would send me back.

A broken rib could puncture something.

- You wanna die?

- I don't wanna die,

but I don't want to go back.

Lift up. Let's take off your coat.

- There. That'll help for a while.

- Thank you.

You were angry

for making you bring me here.

You better rest.

- I better go now.

- No. You stay here.

You're in no condition to be running.

And you're not so hard as you pretend.

Tell me. Is there not work

for everyone here in America?

Almost everyone.

So, how it happens that a girl like you

steals a coat?

I don't know. I was cold. I needed a coat.

More than that, I was fed up, I guess.

Did you ever put tips on shoelaces?

- Tip on shoelaces?

- Yeah. That's what I did for two years.

There's a big steel machine here, see,

and over here, a giant spool of shoelace.

You pull it out like this, 27 inches at a time,

all day.

And then you stamp a pedal,

and a ton of steel bangs down,

cuts the lace and rolls the tip on.

Bang like that, and again. Bang all day.

You're scared you'll smash your finger.

At the same time, you gotta keep your eye

on the assistant foreman,

'cause every time he comes by,

he pinches you.

You do this till your brain goes numb,

and you get 35 bucks a week.

And then, all of a sudden,

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