“Drink this, Benjy.” Quentin said. The glass was hot. “Hush, now.” Quentin said. “Drink it.”

“Sassprilluh.” T. P. said. “Lemme drink it, Mr. Quentin.”

“You shut your mouth.” Versh said, “ Mr. Quentin wear you out.”

“Hold him, Versh.” Quentin said.