She says, “I’ll kill you. The first person I’d kill is you. I want to put a bullet in your head.” She says, “You are insane. You terrify me. Psychopath! I am going to burn the house.” You say, “I want a family. I want to settle down.” What—oh, I am doused with kerosene. Boy—the window panes jitter from screaming, and father is climbing a tree. Someone is laughing to the point of tears, but it is not me.