he doesnt answer , he just starts laughing , heavily , loud , hysterically , banging the table with his fists , hes starting to cough and splutter as hes laughing so much , but still he carries on , wiping the tears away from his eyes , coughing his guts up from too much smoking , spitting the whisky onto the dirty table , until finally he stops , throwing his head forward , resting it between his hands , muttering something between chuckles and sobs , and i can feel a presence next to me , its her , jenny , i think , standing next to me , in a flimsy , dirty white nightgown , accentuating her figure .