“Why would you spoil the ending?” “I didn’t spoil it. It’s a Shakespearean tragedy. They’re all that way. Everyone dies; the end.” He reached for her hand. “Let’s be going.” “Why do you want to leave so badly?” “You should want to leave, too.” His voice darkened. “Unless you want to lift your skirts and sit on my lap so I can take you right here in the box.” So she was the source of his distraction? “You are always making these suggestions as though they should be threats. Meanwhile, I’m only intrigued.”
