[He thinks about the question briefly before replying. Once, he'd told Elle that she was dead and that was all she needed to know. There wouldn't have been much point in mentioning her at all now if he didn't want to talk about her though, and he finds he does.]

Her name was Carla. She used to sing at one of the casinos on the Strip. Went to watch her a few times. She was only a backup singer, but she still had a nice voice. Lived in Vegas all her life. She liked talking, and she liked that I listened too. Lot of times I never knew how to say what I wanted to, but it always seemed like she knew anyway. She was smart like that. Smarter than I was.

[He talks softly, and it's obvious he still loves her. That's not something he's ever tried to hide, though. And lying here with too much whiskey in him, he finds himself missing her again. He always misses her, but it hits him harder some days than others.]