The man pushes the gold cup across the table to the woman. She puts the cup in her bag. ‘It's good. Very good,’ the man says. ‘It’s very old,’ the woman says. ‘Yes, | can see,’ the man answers, ‘It’s a Roman cup. The doctor’s Roman cup from under the floor of his house. Ha! ha!’ The man laughs. ‘How many are there?’ he asks. ‘How many can you take?” ‘There are five or six cups and eleven or twelve gold plates,’ the woman says. ‘I can take two or three of the cups...’ The man laughs. ‘Two or three? No! Take the five or six cups, and take the twelve plates, too. Bring the cups and plates here at ten o’clock. | can give you five hundred for one of the cups and three hundred for one of the plates. Right?’ The woman stands up. She picks up her bag. She is going. ‘Right, Snake. Teno the plates,’ she says. The Snake is not laughing now. He is looking at Darren. ‘What can | do with this boy?’ he asks. ‘The boy can stay here. He can’t move,’ the woman answers. She walks out. ‘clock, here, with the cups and