Rio thought for a moment, then sighed and went on.
“Yeah, it’s hard tellin’. There was somethin’ funny about the girl. Funny in a nice way. And she was screwy, too.” He wrinkled up his nose. “She made me dance pretty, but I could see she wasn’t tryin’ to.”
“In the Street of Curtains?” asked Martin.
“Yeah. But she don’t belong there,” said Rio, his voice rising. “I don’t believe I’ll leave her there.”
“That sounds just right,” observed his friend.
“You ain’t heard the story,” said Rio quietly.
“That’s right. The boy?”
Rio shook his head.
“He’s tougher to figure than his sister.”
Martin glanced up, interested for the first time.