Part 8 of 9 - The Lady

Fedora puts a some dough on the bar.  A lotta dough from the looks of it.  He says somethin' to the 'keep, then he drinks his shot and makes to drink the fat man's, too.  Oh, no.  He ain't drinkin' that one.  He picked it up and he's comin' this way.  I can't move.  I got nowhere to go anyway.  I'm the one who picked the back corner booth.  What am I gonna...?  What's mama gonna think?  But...ohhh...  I didn't notice that he put his gun away.  He's just givin' me the fat man's shot?  How, uh, nice of him...