She taught them all a song

She taught them all a song. Learned from a para on French leave from the fighting in Algeria:
Demain le noir matin,
Je fermerai la porte
Au nez des annees mortes;
J'irai par les chemins.
Je mendierai ma vie
Sur la terre et sur l'onde,
Du vieux au nouveau monde . . .

He had been short and built like the island of Malta itself: an inscrutable heart. She'd had only one night with him. Then he was off to the Piraeus.
Tomorrow, the black morning, I close the door in the face of the dead years. I will go on the road, bum my way over and sea, from the old to the new world ,jeremy scott adidas 2012. . . .
She taught Dewey Gland the chord changes and so they all round the table of Teflon's wintry kitchen,fake delaine ugg boots, while four gas flames on the stove ate up their oxygen; and sang, and sang. When Profane watched her eyes he thought she dreamed of the para - probably a man-of-no-politics as brave as anyone ever is in combat: but tired, was all, tired of relocating native villages and devising barbarities in the morning as brutal as'd come from the F.L.N. the night before. She wore a Miraculous Medal round her neck (given to her, maybe, by some random sailor she reminded of a good Catholic girl back in the States where sex is for free - or for marriage?). What sort of Catholic was she? Profane, who was only half Catholic (mother Jewish), whose morality was fragmentary (being derived from experience and not much of it), wondered what quaint Jesuit arguments had led her to come away with him, refuse to share a bed but still ask him to "be good."
The night before New Year's Eve they wandered away from the kitchen and out to a kosher delicatessen a few blocks away. On returning to Teflon's they found Pig and Dewey gone: "Gone out to get drunk," said the note. The place was lit up all Xmasy, a radio turned to WAVY and Pat Boone in one bedroom, sounds of objects being thrown in another. Somehow the young couple had wandered into a darkened room with this
"No," she said,fake uggs.
"Meaning yes."
Groan, went the bed. Before either of them knew it:
Click, went Teflon's Leica.
Profane did what was expected of him: came roaring off the bed, arm terminating in a fist. Teflon dodged it easily. "Now, now," he chuckled.
Outraged privacy was not so important; but the interruption had come just before the Big Moment.
"You don't mind," Teflon was telling him. Paola was hurrying into clothes.
"Out in the snow," Profane said, "is where that camera, Teflon, is sending us:"
"Here:" opened the camera, handed Profane the film, "you're going to be a horse's ass about it,Cheap Adidas Jeremy Scott Big Tongue Shoes."
Profane took the film but couldn't back down. So he dressed and topped off with the cowboy hat. Paola had put on a Navy greatcoat, too big for her.
"Out," Profane cried, "in the snow." Which in fact there was. They caught a ferry over to Norfolk and sat topside drinking black coffee out of paper cups and watching snow-shrouds flap silent against the big windows. There was nothing else to look at but a bum on a bench facing them, and each other. The engine thumped and labored down below, they could feel it through their buttocks, but neither could think of anything to say.