Not yet, for a minute. I want to watch for a minute. (I do not hate you. I love you. But you must take me. I will not take your leavings nor you my pity. I must break you first for a while and you must break me. We are too strong to love the surrendered city. So we hate each other.)

That’s a pretty girl over there. Beautiful hair. (She is the porcelain you play at being.) Yes, isn’t she. Her name is Lucy Weatherby. (I hate her hair. I hate her porcelain air.) She can’t be from the county or I’d remember her. (I know that kind of mouth. Your mouth is not that. Your mouth is generous and bitter and sweet. If I kissed your mouth, I would have to be yours forever. Her mouth is pretty. You could kiss it awhile.) No, they’re kin to the Shepleys. Lucy comes from Virginia. (I know that kind of mouth. I know that hair. I know the dolls you like to take in your hands, The dolls that all men like to take in their hands, I will not fight with a doll for you or any one.)