I’m going to the movies! AMANDA: I don’t believe that lie! [Tom crouches toward her, overtowering her tiny figure. She backs away, gasping.] TOM: I’m going to opium dens! Yes, opium dens, dens of vice and criminals’ hangouts, Mother. I’ve joined the Hogan Gang, I’m a hired assassin, I carry a tommy gun in a violin case! I run a string of cat houses in the Valley! They call me Killer, Killer Wingfield, I’m leading a double-life, a simple, honest warehouse worker by day, by night a dynamic czar of the underworld, Mother.
likes to go to the moves and drink.
Tom
laura wingfild
she is sad and dose not want a man. she don't like school.
"if you just say you're sorry she'll start speaking.
she has limp
They knew how to entertain their gentlemen callers. It wasn’t enough for a girl to be possessed of a pretty face and a graceful figure — although I wasn’t slighted in either respect. She also needed to have a nimble wit and a tongue to meet all occasions.