"This room is like a caravel's stern cabin."
        "Is this criticism?" Esme(e) asked.
        Elaine punctuated her pacing with a pointed halt measured on the redwood sideboard and compressed her lips regarding Esme(e) in the chair. "Why don't you do something? Why don't you help Rose?"
        "I have."
        "It's not enough!"
        Esme(e)'s shoulders slumped in the chair.
        Violet said nothing.
        Esme(e) straightened but said nothing more.
        Elaine paced. Her skirts slashed viciously. They were all the sound the room could contain.