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going. When he finally managed to blurt it out, it had a decidedly southern drawl to it. "Cappee!" |
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"So, where you from, Airman?" A standard question, part of the routine. She had had to think a minute, since this was only her third night back and she was out of practice. She had been so focused on Charlie for the last several months that her routine was a bit rusty. |
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"Loo-e-ville . . . Loo-e-ville, Kain-tuck-ee." Despite the slur, he managed to convey the name of his hometown with a certain boozy pride. |
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Kentucky, Arkansas, Utahthey were nothing more than names. She supposed it was close to New York or Los Angeles. If it wasn't, it should be. They were the only places she ever read about. She smiled, fixed and vacant. What the hell did it matter anyway? Frazier, God damn him, was off the hook. Her chances of getting to the States were shot. She'd let her ticket out of Saint Johns get away from her, and now she had to live with that fact. She refixed the smile, catching a glimpse of herself in the smoky mirror behind him. What the hell, a smile was about all the hillbilly could handle. |
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"How come . . . a . . . pretty girl like you ain't married?" His words came out bloated |
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