For Marlin, Doy was not only his regular customer at the cafe but well-known among the regulars as a storyteller.
There was no music today, only the heavy sounds of the pouring rain. The electricity had gone out several times since the afternoon, and in the dimly lit cafe Doy’s shadow reminded me of George Duke, the legendary jazz keyboardist who passed away recently. But Doy was not Duke, although both had a thin wisp of a moustache and curly hair. Doy was not even a Jazz fan!
Doy was lost in his thoughts. He lighted a cigarette and inhaled deeply without flinching at the slightest noise. He started talking again.