They had been silent ever since they sat down.
He held it up and studied it, surprised.
He looked at it in surprise.
He was going to stand there until he got good and ready to go.
He wasn’t ready to go in yet.
He wanted to get some more air and look around a bit.
He strained his eyes in the dark of the room.
How was the crowd tonight?
Do you think it will take very long?
It doesn’t make that much difference to me.
No. He just wanted her. He was intrigued by her.
Was he in love with her? He examined his feeling about her with care.
Yeah, he thought. That’s what it is.
None of it means nothing.
The wind puffed the white nightgown out around her feet.
I understand better than you think.
That was how it started. As simply and as easily as that.
The street would provide plenty of customers.
He was going to have to pay for it.
We got to stay together after this.
I got as much right here as you.
It took her a long time to reach the top floor.
She looked almost as though she were dancing.
The shiny, polished dance floor looked enormous.
From somewhere downstairs there came the sound of laughter, the clink of glasses.
He listened to the sound of her key turning in the lock.
Will you be gone very long?
The dark didn’t bother him when she was with him.
When she wasn’t there, he was filled with a sense of loss.
What would the street do to her?
Nobody knows where he went.
You must have made a lot of noise.
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