“So when you ask me, is a woman on the make, I can’t tell much unless she’s pretty heavy on the make, because out here they’re all more or less on the make. You get me?”
“Can you remember anybody who’s been in with her?”
“No, I can’t. But wait a minute. I do, too. I remember one girl that was in with her yesterday, a knockout.”
“Can you describe her?”
“She had red hair. I don’t remember what color her eyes were, but she was all strawberries an’ cream, and when she moved, she moved as easy as jelly on a plate.”
“Fat?” I asked.
“No. That’s it. She wasn’t fat. She was thin like, but she wasn’t stiff. Lots of women go on a diet and starve themselves until their joints get frozen stiff, and they move like wooden jumping jacks. This girl just walked like she w; all double-jointed. I noticed her particularly.”
“Anything else about her?”
“No.”
“How old?”