Act II

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.

Is that so?

Didn’t you ever have one?

I don’t drink. After I listen to songs all day I don’t want liquor. I just go home and take a general anesthetic.