"It's Maria, isn't it?" asked Vonnie.
"Yes."
"Where did you get it?"
"She sent it to me."
"Has she come back?"
"No, it just said Paris."
"Maybe she thinks she don't need to come back. She can bean you just as good with a phonograph record."
Peter said nothing, but let the song die out and then took the disc from the machine.
"Here," said Vonnie, "let me see it."
Peter handed it over. Vonnie looked at it for a moment, then she moved across the room.