"I haven't listened like this for just as long," he laughed.
"But it's not good, I know," she said, her voice abruptly breaking. There were tears in her eyes, and she turned away. "I've gone and made a fool of myself."
"Why?"
"I know," she said. "You probably have a wife and nine kids in New York. I bet you carry their pictures in your wallet."
"Do I?" Hall handed his wallet to Jerry. "Look for yourself. Take out every picture."
There were three photos in all. The first was of Bird, his wife and their baby. "My publisher," he explained.
There was a sepia photo of Hall pointing the lens of a camera at a bomb crater in Madrid. "London?" Jerry asked.
"Yeah," he said. "London."
The remaining photo showed Hall talking to an aged couple on a road packed with refugees. "France?" Jerry asked.
Hall shook his head. "No. Belgium." Again he lied. The picture had been taken in Spain.