"Even had the audacity to tell me that if I was tired of 'the dead-end waitress gig', he could see about providing for me until I found something with a little more dignity."

Oh, there's still rage there in her tone, because it's so easy to get pissed off at him all over again. Not even her indulgent drinking binge the night before had completely subdued it. She straightens, grabbing the rag from under the counter to start scrubbing the counter top, needing to do something with her hands, because remembering inevitably brought back the urge to go find him and kick his condescending face in.