As Al and Millie dance to Among My Souvenirs, tears appear in Millie’s eyes.
Butch switches to a stride piano style for the song, and Al and Millie pick up the pace of their dancing.
Peggy smiles, watching her parents dance.
Fred polishes off a drink. He’s getting more intoxicated as the evening wears on.
“Nice to see the young people enjoying themselves,” says Peggy. Her phrase barely registers with Fred. Fred looks at Peggy.
“So, you’re Al’s daughter!” he says. Peggy laughs.
“Yes, I’ve been that as long as I can remember,” she says, smiling.
Fred leans in. “You don’t seem like Al’s daughter,” says Fred.
“Actually, I’m not,” deadpans Peggy. “He’s my son, by a previous marriage.”
Fred takes a moment to process this, then chuckles. “What did you say your name was?” asks Fred.
“Peggy,” she replies.
“Peggy?” says Fred, “My name’s – -“