“Why?” Bing repeated her word, with a deep weariness, without taking his fi erce gaze off her.
“Why do you have to gamble? Why have you become like this? Why did you do this to me? And why didn’t you stop for us at the school? Why?”
“Because... Because it was the wind... the rain... the terrible weather... the crazy people...” He gave each phrase an unnecessary break, as if each word was said to a diff erent person.