[John:] Finally I managed to lift my head and saw Mr. Pignati at the door. He was just standing there looking down at me, and there was no smile on his face. No smile at all.
That's when I passed out. (13)
[Lorraine:] I felt tears rolling down my cheeks onto the pillow as I remembered the condition of Mr. Pignati's house. Would he think we had forsaken him and deliberately ripped his wife's clothes—viciously broken the pigs? I wanted to phone him and say, Mr. Pignati, we didn't mean things to work out like that. We were just playing. (14)
[John:] "Was Mr. Pignati all right?" he asked sheepishly.
[Lorraine:] "What do you care?" I said with an edge to my voice so he'd know I blamed everything on him. Then I was sorry I'd said it. (14)