She’s soaking in a hot tub to quiet her nerves. She’s terribly upset.
I’ve got an acquaintance who deals in this sort of merchandise. I have him in here to appraise it. I’m willing to bet you there’s thousands of dollars invested in this stuff here!
Poems a dead boy wrote. I hurt him the way you would like to hurt me, but you can’t! I’m not young and vulnerable anymore. But my young husband was and I—never mind about that! Just give them back to me!
I’m sorry, I must have lost my head for a moment. Everyone has something he won’t let others touch because of their—intimate nature . . .