After a long silence, she finally blinks, leaning back and placing her hands back on the bar top. Her eyes go to the lacquered surface, before she gives Miss Bar a gentle pat and murmurs something about refilling Bill's mug -- on her dime.
"I just... ain't sure it's somethin' I want with him. Ah, hell. What am I sayin'? Never you mind the blitherin' of a crazy old fool. It's fine. Things're fine. We're fine."
She runs her hand through her hair and turns to look at him.
"What I'm worried 'bout is you. Ramon didn't say nothin' else?"
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After a long silence, she finally blinks, leaning back and placing her hands back on the bar top. Her eyes go to the lacquered surface, before she gives Miss Bar a gentle pat and murmurs something about refilling Bill's mug -- on her dime.
"I just... ain't sure it's somethin' I want with him. Ah, hell. What am I sayin'? Never you mind the blitherin' of a crazy old fool. It's fine. Things're fine. We're fine."
She runs her hand through her hair and turns to look at him.
"What I'm worried 'bout is you. Ramon didn't say nothin' else?"