Well I can’t stop them from having litters if they want to.

That’s what neutering is for.

What?

To stop them from having more litters!

Well, I’m not doing that.

All right. I don’t know—

What.

I don’t know what we’re going to do.

There’s nothing to do.

I’ve tried to help you. Me and Lois both.

You can’t help me.

Well we can’t help you if you can’t help yourself.

That’s right. Nobody can help me.

So what are we going to do, Betty?

Nothing.

You’re just going to let them take your trailer away again?

They can have it. It’s a piece of shit anyway. It’s never been level.

Well, you’ve let it get that way.

I can’t ever remember it being level. It’s always been a piece of shit.

It was level when you moved in there. And it was clean too. It got that way from those cats.

Yeah, I guess.

You know it’s true.

Yeah. I know.

So what in the world are we going to do, Betty?

Nothing. There’s nothing to do.

The Door to Women

THE DOOR TO WOMEN

By this time, every last woman had been driven from the house— some by betrayal, most by neglect. There was only the boy and his grandfather left. They liked it that way. It was peaceful.