(Referring to The Blue One)
Who is she that I must pay for my tea by playing for her Thursday?
Patricia
(Flippantly)
Her name begins with T. Her husband owns The Star. It’s been good to me. I call her The Blue One; I no longer remember names. People are color to me. See the stout one—like an overfed question mark? She seems brown all through. Have you heard her talk? With her (imitating and shrugging shoulders) “je-ne-sais-quois”? No one who is fat should speak French. And The Green One—ugh!—with the jade life-belt!
Silverton
(Seriously)
Pat, why do you still come to these stupid affairs?
Patricia
There are still things I may want, too.