Illogically she blamed Bud for what had happened.

He had caused her one more great heartache, and she hoped never to see him again or to hear his name spoken.
Dully she settled down in a cheap, semi-private boarding house to wait.
In a day or two she pulled herself together and went out to look for work, because she must have money to live on.

Go home to her mother she would not.

Nor did she write to her.

There, too, her great hurt had flung some of the blame.