"Are you kidding? Christ, I’m going to eat. " Lorena rang a bell on her tea trolley. A krewe member arrived—a new person, someone Oscar had never seen before. "Elma, bring me some tea cake. No, bring me some petit fours, and some chocolate strawberries. Bring me ... oh, what’s the use, bring me a jumbo roast beef sandwich." She looked up. "Would you like something, Oscar?"