Friend continues to talk about the night at the carnival while he marks time to Ellie's radio.
You're a hard girl to handle. Just get in the car!
"Listen: Betty Schultz and Tony Fitch and Jimmy Pettinger and Nancy Pettinger," he said in a chant. "Raymond Stanley and Bob Hutter—" "Do you know all those kids?" "I know everybody." "Look, you're kidding. You're not from around here."
Don't you know my sign?
Connie looked at the front fender and saw the sign she saw from the other night. She was petrified. They're are words that she feels like she should know. Words with another meaning.
How old are you?
Friend is becoming very impatient with Connie. Friend said, "You're a hard girl to handle. How come?" he said. "Don't you know I'm your friend? Didn't you see me put my sign in the air when you walked by?" "What sign?"
Friend still is convinced that she knows who he is. She shows Connie his sign and now she is convinced. She knows who he is.
She recognized all this and also the singsong way he talked, slightly mocking, kidding, but serious and a little melancholy, and she recognized the way he tapped one fist against the other in homage to the perpetual music behind him. But all these things did not come together.