En route with him to hear Maria Muldaur in concert, she rehearsed this basic speech, trying it out in several ways, but all the time underneath it wondering where the money was going to come from and what she could really do for a living:
“It’s too bad you have to be you and I have to be me. I mean, that we’ve got to stand up here like this at each other, but fuck it, that’s the way it is. I’m not taking any shit from you of any kind. But so what, right? Don’t tell me what to do. Don’t even think what the fuck I should do. Just worry about what you should do. You take care of you and I’ll take care of me, and if you don’t like it, shove it, either split or I’ll split, it doesn’t mean shit to me either way, though I don’t want this to be hard on either one of us . . .”