The portieres are partly open on the poker players-Stanley, Steve, Mitch, and Pablo-who sit around the table in the kitchen. The atmosphere of the kitchen is now the same raw, lurid one of the disastrous poker night
I don't know if I did the right thing..
What else could you do?
I shall die of eating an unwashed grape one day out on the ocean
Oh, my God, Eunice help me! Don't let them do that to her, don't let them hurt her!
I don't know you-- I don't know you. I want to be-left alone-please!