"In her garden, Billy. What's there to get so excited about?"
He fought for his control then.
"I'd like to know, Gina—where you saw her and—and—"
The girl interrupted him.
"I saw her in the evenings—in her garden. She used to walk down—well—it looked like a long lane of flowers. To be exact, Billy, it was always in the evening and kind of gray. So I couldn't see very much except that she wore a light clingy sort of dress."
She stopped for a second.
"Yes, Gina?"
His voice was more quiet now.
"I told you she was a bit queer, didn't I?"
"Queer? God! she—was—lonesome—Gina!"