VIEUX CARRE PART TWO Vagrants, I can tell you about them. From experience. Incor- irgibly delinquent. Parposeless. Addictive, Grab at you for sup- port when suppore’s what you need~gone? Whistling down the last light, such have travel plans, butin the company ing young vagrant. Love Medi- terranean countries but somehow missed Spain. I plan to go. Now! Madrid, to vist the Prado, most celebrated museum of all. ‘Admire the Goyas, El Grecos. Hire a car to cross the~gold plains of Toledo. vwarren: Jane, you don'e have to make up stories, I heard your talk with Tye—all of it. Hose: Then you must have heard his leaving. How his steps picked up speed on the second flight down-started whis- ling writer: He always whistles down stairs—it's habitual to him— you mustn't attach a special meaning tot. [The clarinet music is closer; the sound penetrates the shut ‘uindows,] June: At night the Quarter’s so full of jazz music, so many entertainers, Isn't it now your move? warren [embarrassed]: I's your move, Jane. save [relinguisbing ber game): No yours-your vagrant mu- sician is late but you're not forgotten, warex: Til call down, ask him to wait ti ‘Tye said hell be back. jdnight when gave: With tamales and vino to celebrate-[She staggers 10 ms SCENE TWELVE the windors, shatters a pane of glass, and sbouts.] —Yout friend's coming right down, just picking up his luggage! [She leans against the wall, panting, ber bleeding band be- bind ber.) Now go, quick, He might not wait, you'd regret it ‘warren: Can’t I do something for you? sane: Pour me three fingers of bourbon. [She bas returned to the table, He pours the shot.) Now hurry, hurry. I know that Tye will be back early tonight. warren: Yes, of course he will... (He crosses from the studio light.) 4x8 [smiling somewhat bitterly]: Navarally, yes, how could I possibly doube it. With tamales and vino. . . (She uncloses ber fist; the blood is running from palm to wrist. The writer picks up a cardboard laundry box and the typewriter case.] warren: As I left, I glanced in Jane’s door. She seemed to be or was pretending to be-absorbed in her solitary chess game. T ‘went down the second flight and on the cot in the dark passage- way was—[Hé calls out.] Beret? [For the first time the cat is visible, and fluffy as a piece of cloud. Nursie looms dimly bebind him, a dark solemn fact, lamplit.] ursie: Tes the cat Miss Sparks come runnin’ after. wnirex: “Lake it to her, Nursie. She's alone up there.