At Nan’s asking, Santiago explains he came here in December of 1986.
When she asks about the skeletal figure, he grins. That bag of bones, he says, is what Anderson and the others call the Pilgrim. The Pilgrim’s smart. Looks out for himself, he says. He only does what he wants. Just like Santiago. Smart.
This place is freedom. No authority. No God. No one to answer to. No right and wrong. Do what you want to do.
Santiago grins, still playing. Nan agrees, doesn’t she? She said she did.
Santiago shifts into a simple but quick-tempo portion of his musical piece, and without breaking the beat, holds out one hand.
"Give me your hand."
So is this what the cat was getting so worked up over? Haha, how it is to laugh!
But I can already tell this Santiago fellow will be a wonderful character. Go on, little goat, lend him your hand! What could possibly go wrong?