Eliza was desperate. She didn't want her opportunity to escape her torturous life to vanish. She decided to use the direct approach since the indirect approach was failing."Softy, I would like to go off with you and sell pillows on the road."
"Eliza, why would you ever want to do that? You'd have to leave your husband."
"I'm not sure that I could take another day with him. He treats me so badly, and this town has nothing to offer me."
"But the pillow business is very difficult. Selling to people you know is one thing, but cold calls are another. You have to be on your toes all the time, and you have to be able to stand the abuse."
"Oh, Softy, I would so much like to go under your wings and to learn the ropes."
"But would your husband let you go?"
"Of course not. I'm his virtual slave."
"Then what will you do?"
"I'll pack a suit case, and we'll just go before he comes home."
"Do you have any money? We could use a few bucks to get to the next town."
"I have $500 or so in my bank account. Since it is getting late we'd have to wait until tomorrow to withdraw the money."
"That would be good. We could travel pretty quickly then and he couldn't find us.
"Great. I could have the money and be ready at 10 tomorrow morning."
"Here, give your mother-in-law this pillow. Take her $150. The other pillow we can use in the next town to get orders. Do you think we ought to start selling kid pillows? We could tell people how a good pillow can raise a kid's IQ by 10 points. But we can talk more about that tomorrow."
"Okay, Softy, but before you go, may I kiss you."
"Eliza, of course. But before you do, I need to tell you a story."
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