Perhaps it's just my own personal adulation of both, but I was thinking while reading this chapter how Dante and Steinbeck seem to have some of the same darkling sense of humor. There's an irony and a wit that seem peculiarly parallel, and I can't help but imagine what Dante would have done with Cathy and Adam in Hell. Adam, of course, would be up above the gates with others guilty of sins of omission; Cathy, on the other hand.... Would she not be right at the very bottom with Judas, Brutus, and Cassius, hanging, wriggling, in the very jaws of Satan himself, demanding of him a fourth mouth?
- Kate to Faye: "You're so sweet. You believe in everybody. Someday if you don't watch, or I don't watch for you, someone will steal the roof." // "Who'd want to steal from me?" asked Faye. // Kate put her hand on Faye's plump shoulders. "Not everyone is as nice as you are."
- Kate is a master at disguising the physical symptoms of her thoughts with their emotional synonyms. Here, Faye has just given her her will and Kate appears to be overcome with emotion and sorrow for the pall of death cast by such a thing. What's really going on in her evil little mind?
- But there's a contradictory line after Faye insists the Kate drink the champagne: "Kate's chemistry screamed against the wine. She remembered [what she did last time she got freaking tipsy], and she was afraid." Afraid!? Of what? Is she actually afraid she might hurt Faye while inebriated? That doesn't sound like her, especially considering the obviousness of her plotting. What's she afraid of (and am I being too hard on her)?
- Is it the girl or the wine that does it in the end?
- Why doesn't she just finish her off? Is everything not in place and ready?