“You don’t know the first thing about us,” Sal said. “You claim to, but you don’t. Even when you first met us, you tried to get us to say something we didn’t like about living here. You showed your hand before you even knew the game had started.” “This isn’t a game,” Miss Marblemaw said. “Then stop treating us like pawns on a chessboard,” Sal countered. “You were never going to let us stay here. Admit it. You talk of honesty, but you don’t know the first thing about it.”
