Blood Will Out

[Rollie swings silver plastic strand of beads around his head like he is going to lasso Tiller, or maybe whip her with the beads.]

Rollie, stop that this minute! You're gonna put an eye out!

Not only is this one of those things that I promised myself I would never say, but when I said it, I sounded for all the world just like my Grandma Palmer from South Georgia.

Blood will out, I suppose.