"Sam!" Lennox interrupted in delight. "Where did you find those ever-lovin' words?"
"It's musical ornamentation," Cooper grinned. "Didn't I ever tell you? They're the old names for trills and grace notes and such, but they kind of fit the front ornamentation of ladies too, don't they?"
Lennox nodded as he jotted down the words in his gimmick book.
"Kay Hill, for instance. She's the close shake. Irma Mason's the battery. All directions. The dancers are strictly the plainbeat. One bounce to a step. Robin's the shaked elevation. Your girl's the double relish."
"Who? Gabby?" Lennox blushed.
"I noticed at the party. One of the few things I did notice, outside of that hassle with Tooky Ween...."
"I'm sorry about that, Sam, but I had to protect you. You would have...."
"And something Suidi let slip."
"Oh? What he let slip?"
"It was your party."