She felt better now. She understood Sticky. The vicious fight they’d had earlier seemed almost comfortable now—like a necessary thing. Now he was giving her a look—not like a side of beef or an enemy, but a kind of look she was used to getting from men. He wasn’t so different from other young men. Kind of a jerk maybe, but a human being. She felt a sudden gush of comradely human feeling for him—almost felt she could hug him. Or at least invite him to dinner.