He was blaming her for his own faults of love, she thought, and, stung, she snapped back, “What am I supposed to do, give you a play - by - play analysis? Can’t you figure it out for yourself, Charlie? You did well enough before we were married. ” “So did you, before we were married, ” he flung at her. He got out of bed, lighted a cigarette in the dark, and sat down on the floor. They could not afford chairs yet, and he didn’t want to share the bed with her for a few minutes. Not until the anger wore off.