"The projector broke during the third reel," Vera sighed, lighting a cigarette with a flick of a tarnished Zippo. "Half the audience started throwing popcorn, the other half didn't even notice the screen went dark. They’re just looking for a place to be out of the rain."
"You're late," Jimmy said as she emerged from the crowd, her hair a beehive of gold against the grime of the block. Fleshpot on 42nd Street
"Did you see it?" Vera asked, gesturing back toward the Fleshpot marquee. "The projector broke during the third reel," Vera