She wasn't terribly clear on what all they were talking about. Not from lack of comprehension, but merely lack of focus and attention. Delilah got the part about telling Odd to run a tab for her, and the rest just fell and melded in with everything around her like a raindrop in a puddle.
"I'll tell him about the tab," she said, feeling wooden and old and not in the slightest bit hungry. The song still echoed over in her mind, and all she wanted to do was run home and dig out the dresses and blankets that had belonged to them, to hold those in lieu of ever being able to hold them again.
She shut the door behind her and made her way through a foggy mental landscape to the bar.