“He’s funny,” Marcie said, coming out of the john. She nearly walked into the strange girl and said, “Oh! Excuse me.” “My pleasure,” the girl murmured with a grin. Laura felt suddenly jealous. It was maddening. She didn’t know who she was jealous of. She wanted the other girl to notice _her_, not Marcie. And she wanted Marcie to notice her, too. She stood a moment in confusion and then she said to the girl in the black pants, “Go ahead.” And nodded at the john. She said it to make her look up, which she did, slowly, and smiled. She looked shockingly boyish. Laura stared slightly. “Thanks,” said the girl. She shut the door behind her and Marcie laughed silently, covering her mouth with her hand. But Laura turned away, excitement tight in her throat. “Let’s go,” she said impatiently, dragging Marcie away from the mirror. She was afraid the strange girl would come out and talk to them. She was anxious to get out of The Cellar, out of the Village. She felt a pressing sense of danger. Marcie turned to her as they went back to the table, and said, “I’ll bet Burr couldn’t have gotten anywhere with _that_ one!” And she laughed. “She’d throw a hammer lock on him and tell him to pick on somebody his own size.” Laura smiled faintly at her. “Did you see how she stared at you?” Marcie said. “Did she stare at me?” “Yes, but she stared at me too. That’s the awful thing about Lesbians, they have no discrimination.” Laura suddenly wanted to scream at her. It was so wrong, so false; so agonizing to have your lips sealed when you wanted to shout the truth. They left the smoky Cellar and walked a few blocks, talking. Jack took a weaving course, and Laura had to steer him with one arm. “Let’s take a taxi,” Marcie said. “It’s only two blocks to the subway,” Burr reminded her. “Can’t you ever spend a little extra on me?” she exclaimed. “Don’t you think I’m good enough to ride in a taxi? Don’t you think I’m worth another buck once in a while? You did when we got married.” “Yeah, and I went broke. Subway’s cheap.” “Well, I’m not!” “Here, here,” said Jack. He took a quarter from his pocket and held it up to Marcie’s face. “Heads,” she said. He flipped while Laura thought to herself what child’s play it all was. Jack seemed unsophisticated now and Marcie and Burr had lost the beauty and excitement they seemed to generate together, even in the midst of their quarrels, perhaps because of them. _We all look tired and silly_, Laura thought, _and I wish we were anywhere but the middle of Greenwich Village flipping over a taxi ride_. “Heads!” said Marcie. She poked Burr in the stomach. “No show next week,” he said. “You don’t think I care, do you?” “Never mind, children, this is my treat,” said Jack. He smiled foxily. “I’m no fool with money,” he said. “I grow it in my window box. I give it all to Mother, here, and she invests it for me. Don’t you, Mother?” “Don’t be an ass,” said Laura, but she laughed at him.