Chapter 6
ABOUT half an hour later I was just stalling around, on what I could remember of the SARI waltzes. There was nobody dancing; only about a dozen couples in the booths, though the bar was packed and noisy. Lester came over and grinned at me and said:
"Shean, will you play something we can dance to?"
I said: "Sure, if you hit the kitty. And don't put in two hits Go first class with a buck."
He looked pained and split the difference with a half dollar and I started out with a slow fox-trot. Kewpie came over and started to bellow out the chorus, and I couldn't decide whether that or his saxophone playing was worse.
I knew he'd do both, too enthusiastically, through the evening, and that I'd have a chance to decide. Lester and his blonde and two other couples started to cavort aro
