The three others stooped, stared with tightened lips at the bloodless incision, straightened and looked at one another dumbly.
"I'd like to lie to you," Lone told Lorraine, speaking over his shoulder.

"But I won't.

You're too game and too square.

Go and stay with your dad, but don't let him know--get him to sleep.

We don't need that medicine, nor a doctor either.