[He lets out a little hah, because he walked right into that one. Idly his fingers drum against her shoulder as he tries to think.]

I think . . . so we won the strike, yeah? We were all celebratin', me an' Dave an' Katherine an' Crutchy an' all the boys. Everyone was. First time anythin' like that'd ever happened, you know? An' . . . she an' I went off to be alone, I remember that. I remember . . .

[It's blurry, honestly, those last few days. He remembers going off with her, kissing and laughing, teasing both of them. Remembers thinking to himself that he better savor it, because surely they wouldn't last. Rich girls might like slumming it, but eventually everyone went back to their rightful places. He wouldn't even blame her, when the time came. What could he offer her, poor and uneducated as he was?

Anyway. So: celebrating with Katherine, late into the night, and then . . .]

I think . . . yeah, I went-- I met up with Dave, afterwards. He came to the lodgin' house an' we talked for a while. Til it was near mornin'-- yeah, cuz I remember thinkin' we'd be exhausted the next day, but it didn't matter. We fell asleep, and then-- all this.