MARTHY--Yuh said yuh was just outa the hospital?

ANNA--Two weeks ago. [Leaning over to MARTHY confidentially.] The
joint I was in out in St. Paul got raided. That was the start. The
judge give all us girls thirty days. The others didn't seem to
mind being in the cooler much. Some of 'em was used to it. But me,
I couldn't stand it. It got my goat right--couldn't eat or sleep
or nothing. I never could stand being caged up nowheres. I got
good and sick and they had to send me to the hospital. It was nice
there. I was sorry to leave it, honest!

MARTHY--[After a slight pause.] Did yuh say yuh got to meet
someone here?

ANNA--Yes. Oh, not what you mean. It's my Old Man I got to meet.
Honest! It's funny, too. I ain't seen him since I was a kid--don't
even know what he looks like--yust had a letter every now and
then. This was always the only address he give me to write him
back. He's yanitor of some building here now--used to be a sailor.

MARTHY--[Astonished.] Janitor!

ANNA--Sure. And I was thinking maybe, seeing he ain't never done a
thing for me in my life, he might be willing to stake me to a room
and eats till I get rested up. [Wearily.] Gee, I sure need that
rest! I'm knocked out. [Then resignedly.] But I ain't expecting
much from him. Give you a kick when you're down, that's what all
men do. [With sudden passion.] Men, I hate 'em--all of 'em! And I
don't expect he'll turn out no better than the rest. [Then with
sudden interest.] Say, do you hang out around this dump much?