"What are you talking about?" He bent and scooped up the bead necklace.
"Go away. That's all."
"Well, why?" He twisted the string of beads around his knuckles. "Somebody else?"
"Yes. Alex." She smiled.
"Alex? That fruiter who runs the Actors' Lab." The string broke and beads splattered away from him. Three landed in the fire.
"Or maybe my Uncle Russ. Did you know we lived with him for three years when I was a kid and I was always having odd fevers and things? He had some kind of quack x-ray business."
Pendleton took Beth's shoulders. "You're sick, is that it?"
"No. Go away, Ben."
"Well, what is it?"
Beth sighed, annoyed. "You know about Method. You have to feel the parts, live them."