“I want to see the manager. I…I don’t think he understands. My son is not a part of this. He…” “Mr. Torrance,” Lloyd said, his voice coming with hideous gentleness from inside his plague-riddled face, “you will meet the manager in due time. He has, in fact, decided to make you his agent in this matter. Now drink your drink.” “Drink your drink,” they all echoed.
