Seven; Bei Mir Bist du Schon - The Andrews Sisters
I've tried to explain, bei mir bist du schon
So kiss me, and say you understand
Dutchy's one of the lucky few with family. He returns to the lodging house late Sunday night, slipping inside just as Kloppman goes to shut the door. His pockets are light, pennies and nickels gone, strewn on the wooden table at his mother's house. Specs is awake when he slides into bed, whistling softly. He wordlessly hands down a cigarette, lit, and Dutchy stops whistling long enough to take a deep drag and hand it back up. They don't speak; the song is plenty, and it's echoing in his head when he finally sleeps. The next morning, Specs wakes up with the tune on his lips.
