"Don't sit down, Jordan. Please go."
"Sit down? I'm groveling. I'm on my knees. How in Christ's name could I have...."
"Be quiet. Just go."
"We've got to discuss it. We can't let him pull off a filthy trick like that. We've got to fight him."
"No!" Gabby wailed. "No! No more fighting. I can't stand it any more. I feel filthy. You're like starving dogs, all snarling and fighting and eating each other. I won't be a part of it any more."
"You're just scared, darling. Don't...."
"You can't drag me into it again. Never again. Go away, Jordan. Go away. Don't come back."
"Wait a minute," he said slowly. "You don't just mean tonight? You mean for good?"
"Yes. I do."
"What the hell's got into you?" he demanded roughly.