Hello, Miss Ilsa. I never expected to see you again.
It’s been a long time.
Yes, Miss Ilsa. A lot of water under the bridge.
He sits down and is ready to play.
Some of the old songs, Sam.
Sam begins to play a number. He is nervous, waiting for anything. But even so, when it comes he gives a little start…
I don’t know. Ain’t seen him all night.
Ilsa gives him a tolerant smile. Sam looks very uncomfortable.
When will he be back?
Not tonight no more. He ain’t coming. He went home.
Does he always leave so early?
He never — I mean –
He’s got a girl up at the Blue Parrott — he goes there all the time…
Sam, you used to be a much better liar.