He pushed the twenty dollar bill into her lap.
"You be here tomorrow. Tomorrow night."
"Okay."
"You be here tomorrow night."
"Sure, sure, honey."
"You be here tomorrow night, and don't forget it."
She smiled drunkenly. "I'm here ... most nights, honey...."
"You be waiting for me."
"I'm always ... waitin', honey. Ever since I remember, honey, waitin'. Just waitin', honey."
But the next morning, when Parr awoke, Lauri was trying to center on his open mind. She was in San Francisco, looking for him.