Maxie
Only higher.
Fred
I wish I’d known Mr.Mr. Hart was going to be late. I could have slept some more. I had to get up at twelve.
Maxie
That must be tough after working for the General Electric, where a man’s hours are practically his own.
Fred
No. I had to be on the job at eight, every morning. But I went to bed about ten, except Saturday nights, when I seen a picture or something. I didn’t know what life was, in Schenectady.
Maxie
I bet it’s an open book to you now.
Fred
Imagine—only going out one night a week and then just to a moving picture show! Down here it’s like as if every night was a special night—there’s always new places to go to. Miss Fletcher—she’s always locating new ones! We was in three last night! Wound up at half past seven this morning, in the Bucket of Blood! There’s a lively place! We was the last ones there. Paul and Lucille, they went home at seven, but I and Miss Fletcher stayed and she made the proprietor sell me six bottles of his gin. It’s real gin; what they call pro-war. You got to have good gin. It’s one of the things they put into what they call a Bronx cocktail.
Maxie
Is that so?