“Jim? You drunk?”
“No. Well, yes.”
“You drive?”
“Nah. Cab. Car is at Poor Richard’s.”
“Why-“
“I have to know.”
“Know what?”
“Did you mean it?”
“Mean what?”
“The wedding.”
“Yes.”
“Wish I would have known earlier.”
“Yeah. Me too. I wish-.”
“Gotta go. Cab’s waiting.”
“Jim?”
“I have an interview in New York next week.”
“Oh.”
“Is that it? Just ‘oh’?”
“I have already told you. Your turn.”
“Bye Pam.”
“Bye Jim.”
He leaves.
She sobs.