madeleine says nice things about you.
did you know, mr. bleichert, that ramona boulevard was named after me?
when emmett married me for my father's money he promised my family that he would use his influence with the city zoning board to have a street named after me. but all he could manage was a dead-end block in a red light district in lincoln heights. are you familiar with the neighborhood, mr. bleichert?
then you know that the mexican prostitutes expose themselves out of windows to attract customers. i hear many of them know mr. sprague by name--
i'm in here, officer.
we see you out there, you know. every night. we see you. you don't fool us. you didn't hurt georgie. you didn't hurt madeleine. and as much as i wish you would, you didn't hurt emmett. you're a voyeur. that's all the lesser classes have. pressing their nose up against the glass.
emmett slashed his face, i'm sure you know. madeleine was eleven and she looked just like georgie. when he got out of the hospital i gave him the hugo book as a present. my gwynplain. but he was afraid of emmett's rage. after that. we rarely spoke.
emmett never stopped hating me.
for being richer than he was.
oh is that so? you poor boy. your life is worse than mine. maybe the cruel joke is on you.