the faint echo of rae's fevered panting.
rae's smoldering eyes don't leave laz as he chains her to the radiator. laz nervously preaches, trying to avoid the sight of her bare legs curled up on his couch.
the cicadas are screaming outside. rae is beginning to breathe deep, the burning is coming on.
a bottle of whiskey is removed from a top cabinet above the refrigerator. two small glasses each get a healthy swallow.
rae has not fallen asleep yet. she turns to see laz entering the dark room with the maroon guitar case.
r.l. crosses from the kitchen. he hands a glass of water to rae seated on the couch. he hands another to ronnie seated next to her. r.l. sits before them as laz lingers in the doorway.