The doorway led into a short hallway, lined with closets, and then into the butler's pantry, lined with glass-front cabinets containing sparkling battalions of crystal, and stainless-steel sinks. The cabinets, with their headings, muntins, mullions, cornices -- —he couldn't remember all the terms -- —had cost thousands . . . thousands . . . The passion Judy had put into these . . . things . . . The way they had spent money . . . Hemorrhaging money . . .

And now they were in the kitchen. More cabinets, cornices, stainless steel, tiles, spotlights, the Sub-Zero, the Vulcan—all of it the best Judy's endless research could find, all of it endlessly expensive, hemorrhaging and hemorrhaging . . . Bonita was by the Vulcan stove.