Sammy sat own and emptied the glass. I watched her closely. Finally she folded her arms on the table, and dropped her head on them. It looked like if she had some to many to everybody else, but I knew better. There was no sensation in the dimlit, somehow crowded bar. The two other guys had left or found somebody else. So I got up, walked over to her table and sat down beside her. New guests were arriving, some were considerable drunk, and the waitress and the bartender were busy all the time. Sammy was asleep, as I checked. |