Gabe slammed his fist on the rickety table, the one Splendor had paid Mrs. Hanney three shillings for damage done to last week, when she'd dripped hot candle wax on it.

"No. No. No. The theater? What the hell does that old bastard want to take you there for?"

Splendor snapped her mind back to the present. Obviously she hadn't reached the letter O in her game of The Earl Is she'd been playing in some shape or form since last night, but "old" and "bastard" were answers ...