Estaban and Heavenlee sit at a table in his bedroom at the Arena. He’s drinking a glass of wine but looking at her eating lobster. “Heavenlee, why are you being mean to me? I haven’t treated you or your people baldly. I had a doctor come in for that woman that was having a nervous breakdown. As you can see, she’s doing better now.”
“Thank you for being kind to them. You say I’m mistreating you. What do you call it when a man kills his wife.” She picks up the wine glass and points it at him. “Yes, I know you did the deed yourself. I’m sure if you killed the woman to whom you pledged your love that you wouldn’t have any problems trying to kill me. If you noticed, I said tried. If you ever come at me, I’ll cut your ass in so many pieces. I wonder what kind of flowers your ass will grow
