“Tell me what you did. Tell me, Vera, goddamn it, stop laughing, this isn’t a game!” But she couldn’t stop laughing, because here it was. Here was Duvall’s anger. Here was his violence. Here was the thing she’d been trying to avoid this whole time, the thing that she’d run away from last night, the thing that had made her weep in her bed with fear and hunger and urgent need.
