After three brandies, she finished a cup of coffee and then called for the bill. She was told yet again by the headwaiter that the bill had been paid. She picked up the five hundred drachmas that Kate had thrown down on the table and none-too-steadily raised herself to her feet. She was on her way to see her mother. By God, she admired her. Kate had two performances: the weak, pitiful, abused martyr was one, and the proud, vicious tiger was the other. There were variations on both themes. Ava found Kate the tiger a great deal more palatable. When Kate opened the door there was no question in Ava’s mind that the very vicious tiger was at work. “I brought you your five hundred drachmas.” “I don’t want it.” “Don’t be ridiculous. Of course you want it,” she said, putting it on the table. “What are you going to do?” “What do you think I am going to do?” Kate growled. “I am not going to have my plans ruined because of Isabel. You can’t tell me that Isabel has only known this man two weeks.
