“Hello, Escamillo. What are you doing so far from home?”
“Looking for trouble, I guess. Don’t they let you sing indoors?”
“No, we have wigwams.”
“May I come into your wigwam?”
“Too risky. Miss Coggeshall watches us as close as her great-great-something-or-other watched the Injuns when he was governor of Rhode Island.”
“What do you call your prison?”
“Eglantine. It was once a pigpen.”
“No savvy.”
“Why, this was the home of an Englishman named Hogg. Miss Kate uses his gunroom for her office. Are you from New Haven?”
“Yes, darlin’.”