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compassion. "Jeez," he slobbered, "I . . . I didn't realize . . . realize you was in so much trouble." |
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Cappy straightened up in her chair and put the back of her hand to her forehead. It was act two, scene one. She batted her eyes and inclined her head forward, tilted at an angle. This was the scene without dialogue. |
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"You okay, Cappy?" Harvey questioned. |
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"Yes," she said demurely, "I . . . I don't know what came over me. It's just that suddenly I feel a little shaky." |
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"Is . . . is there anything . . . I . . . I can do?" |
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"I hate to ask, but . . . " |
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"Anything," Harvey blurted. He was beginning to feel a sensation in his fingers again. The numbness was fading. |
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Cappy forced a smile, slid her hand back across the table, entangled her fingers in his and squeezed. She didn't tell him, of course, but it felt as though she had a fistful of uncooked sausages. "You're very sweet," she cooed. |
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The rest of the scene played out just like it had so many times in the past, just like Cappy knew it would. In the taxi she used the old "I don't want to trouble you, but if you could just see that I got home safely, I'd be indebted because a girl can't be too careful" routine. |
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