Patrick laughed. "Is that what you call it?"
"That's what everybody calls it," Amber said. "How long have you been in town?"
"About four hours."
Amber touched Willow's arm. "We're old timers."
"We've been here a month," Willow said in a low voice. There was a brief drop in the noise level as the piano player crossed the room with quick steps and went out the door. "There he goes," Amber said.
"Who's he?" asked Patrick.
"Dylan. He's Willow's hero."
"Dylan?"
"Bob Dylan," Willow said.
"No shit," Patrick said.