“No.”
She grinned. “Well, then I wouldn’t be here.”
“Would Marilyn send you back?”
“No. If you stayed here, she’d try you with another girl. Then if you didn’t loosen up, she’d let you sit here and mope all by yourself unless the place got crowded. If it did, and they needed the table, they’d get rid of you. Is that what you wanted to know?”
Her hand slid across toward mine.
“Most of it,” I said. “What’s your name?”
Her hand hesitated. “Rosalind. What else do you want?”
“How could you get Marilyn to come over here and sit at this table?”
Her eyes narrowed slightly. She looked around the room and said, “I think I could arrange it.”
“How?”