Penny retches, dry heaves and shrugs off Clairance's hand. She flinches, presses herself forward to the car and twists away. "Told you to lemme'lone man," spittle dropping off her chin in a long spidery vein. "JESus mary and joseph," stubbing her toe on a garbage can, she doesn't seem to notice "you can't go where I'm goin'and anyway you got no" her tone of voice angrier, swallowing whole truckloads of bile (both real and imagined) "BUSiness at a FUNEral for a body you never met so just fuck.off.and.die."