11. Lunch

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Puck, Artie and Sam sitting around table. Blaine standing behind them.

"I hope lunch will be good. There is cold ham and cold tongue, and I've boiled some potatoes. And there's cheese and biscuits and some tinned fruits." Blaine said.

"That sounds awesome. Stores are holding out?" Puck said.

"There's plenty of food... of a tinned variety. The larder is extremely well-stocked. It worries me that Fred Narracott hasn't been over today." Blaine said.

"Yes, it's worrying all of us." Puck said

Tina comes in

"The weather is changing. The wind is quite strong and there are white horses on the sea."

Finn comes in

"You have had an active morning." 

Quinn hurries in

"I hope you didn't wait for me. Am I late?"

"You're not the last. Karofsky isn't here yet." Tina said.

Blaine to Tina. "Will you begin, Tina, or will you wait?"

"David is sitting right down by the dock. I don't expect he would hear the gong there and anyway – he's a little vague today." Quinn said.

"I'll go and tell him lunch is ready." Blaine offers himself.

"No, it's fine, I'll go. You others start lunch." Artie leaves the table and goes.

"There's a storm coming." Quinn added.

"There was an old fellow in the train from Brooklyn yesterday. He kept saying that a storm was coming. Strange how they know, these old folk, isn't it?" Sam said.

"There's somebodycoming..." Blaine exclaimed.

Artie came in rushing down the door and saying.

"Karofsky –"

"Dead!" said Quinn

"Yes, he's dead..." Reply Artie.

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