She looked young and pretty like someone
Iremembered meeting long ago. There is a growing strain behind her free-and-easy
manner.
What does she care nowif I cry or not, or what I
do?
Well, Ill run along and let you doyour
work.
I wont see you again before I leave for New
York.
He approachesthe corner of the house stealthily on
tiptoe. Josie sits in the same position on the steps, as if she had notmoved, her
arms around Tyrone. Ourmoonlight romance seems to be a flop, Josie. The look of
guilt and shame and anguish settles over hisface.
Thats real, honest-to-God bonded Bourbon. All I
didwas try to explain to myself, Shes dead.
Forthe love of God, cant you tell me what happened
to you?
She was in her coffin in the baggage
car.
I bribed the porter to take a message to herand
that night she sneaked into my drawing room. I didnt call you here to answer
questionsabout whats none of your business. It alsotells you how you may distribute
copies of this eBook if you want to.
The horses were beautiful, but I found myself
saying tomyself, what of it? He speaks thickly as if hewas suddenly very
drunk.
I may not remember much, but I know how different
it wasfrom the way I feel now. There is a growing strain behind her free-and-easy
manner. She issilent, as if she were not aware of him now. And you promised tonight
wouldbe different. The first faint streaks ofcolor, heralding the sunrise, appear in
the eastern sky at left. Ive onlyone more word for you, Father, and its this: Im
leaving youtoday, like my brothers left.
He is driven to go on in spiteof himself. He
becomes aware of this for the first time and turnsslowly to stare at her. Imean, for
not believing Im a rotten louse.
She forces adefensive, self-derisive
smile.
He becomes aware of this for the first time and
turnsslowly to stare at her. What does she care nowif I cry or not, or what I do?
You kidded back when I kidded you, the way wealways do.
Hogan appears at left-rear, coming from the
barn.
I took a drawing room and hid in itwith a case of
booze.
It was all about beautiful nightsand the romance of
the moon. He approachesthe corner of the house stealthily on tiptoe. She hugs him
more tightly and speaks softly, staring into themoonlight.