[There are follow up questions. A family sponsoring an inventor sounds like something you'd read about in Great Expectations. He thinks Caitlyn must be rich, and that she must still be rich, because she isn't half as miserable as him (he taught Latin, not English). Something buzzes between his ears, and his eyes search for numbers that still haven't changed.]
What do you want me to say?
[His voice is quiet, teeth gritting behind his lips. All at once, something surges up inside of him. He shouts:]
There isn't anybody else! Goddammit.
[Silence rings around them. A second passes, two, three...
[The numbers roll. 110. Have you ever broken the law?
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(he taught Latin, not English). Something buzzes between his ears, and his eyes search for numbers that still haven't changed.]What do you want me to say?
[His voice is quiet, teeth gritting behind his lips. All at once, something surges up inside of him. He shouts:]
There isn't anybody else! Goddammit.
[Silence rings around them. A second passes, two, three...
[The numbers roll. 110. Have you ever broken the law?
[Whelk laughs.]
Oh, for fuck's sake.