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- My sister Rachel had this room once. She died when she was 21. She was a wicked one. Handsome and wild as a hawk.
- All the young men used to follow her about, with her red lips and her big eyes and her white neck. But, that didn't save her.
- She fell off her horse, hunting, hurt her spine. On this bed she lay month after month. Many the time I sat here listening to her screaming.
- How dreadful.
- She used to cry out to me to kill her, but I'd tell her to turn to the Lord. But, she didn't. She was godless to the last.
- Well, I'd better change my wet things.
- They were all godless here. They used to bring their women here. Brazen, lolling creatures in silks and satins. They filled the house with laughter and sin, laughter and sin.
- If I ever went down among them, my own father and brothers, they would tell me to go away and pray. They wouldn't tell Rachel to go away and pray.
- And, I prayed and left them with their lustful red and white women.
- My father's still alive. He's upstairs. He's very old.
- Oh is he?
- He's 102.
- That's very old, isn't it?
- He's a wicked, blasphemous old man.
- You're wicked too, young and handsome, silly, and wicked. You think of nothing but your long, straight legs and your white body and how to please your man.
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