Shoot the Piano Player
“The bartender was cleaning the last of the glasses, and the bouncer had gone upstairs to bed. The waitress had her overcoat on and was lighting a cigarette as she leaned back against the wall and watched Eddie, who was sweeping the floor. He finished sweeping, emptied the dust-pan, put the broom away, aild took his overcoat off the hanger near the piano. It was a very old overcoat. The collar was torn and two buttons were missing. He didn't have a hat. The waitress watched him as he walked towa...rd the front door. He turned his head to smile at the bartender and say good night. And then, to the waitress, "See you, Lena." "Wait," she said, moving toward him as he opened the front door. He stood there smiling somewhat questioningly. In the four months she'd been working here, they'd never exchanged more than a friendly hello or good night. Never anything much more than that. Now she was saying, "Can you spare six bits?" "Sure." Without hesitation he reached into his pants pocket. But the questioning look remained.MoreLess
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