[J turns her head a bit to bring the cigarette back to her lips. She looks at the smoke for a brief moment, going through of different kind of scenarios in her mind. She's not sure if she had ever noticed Danny on middle of the crowed streets of New York, not unless there was something to make him stand out. The memory about how she met Rita for the first time lingers in her mind. The poor girl in dirty clothes, passed out on the side walk right next to her door step.
J shakes the memory off as the ashes from her cigarette falls down on the bed right between them.]
A club. I used to perform in them. Maybe you would have come to see me?
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J shakes the memory off as the ashes from her cigarette falls down on the bed right between them.]
A club. I used to perform in them. Maybe you would have come to see me?