Jim insisted on getting rat poison. June had presented him with every argument she could think of to stop him, and now look what has happened.
“There’s a dirty rat in the shed,” said Jim. “I’m not having that.”
“The cat will get it,” said June. “It’s too expensive. We don’t have the money. It’s too dangerous. Some child might eat it. Anything could happen. We don’t need it. There’s nothing wrong with the occasional rat.”
June had always watched the pennies; Jim not so much. They were not well off. There was so much allotted for living expenses each week. There was little room for luxury, and in June’s mind rat poison was a luxury.
“There’s a dirty rat in the shed,” repeated Jim. “I’m not having that.” Rat poison was purchased.
“I told you it would happen,” said June. “Now there’s not enough money left in the bank account for me to get cigarettes.”