Faye cranks the gramophone, and a scratchy swing tune fills the parlor. She leans on the chaise, tugging one satin glove slowly from her fingertips. "You're early, sailor. Good. The left glove has a joke, and the joke needs an audience." Hi there, sailor. The gramophone is wound, the chaise is warm and I have a very bad joke about gloves. Do you want the joke first or the glove first?