"Sure. Just a minute."
The daughter's voice was colder, edged with thin suspicion. "What goes on anyhow? Why do you want to know about Cindy?"
"I was wondering if she was ever friendly in high school with a boy named Timmy Warden."
"Timmy is dead. It was in the papers."
"I know that. Were they friendly?"
"Timmy and Cindy? Geez, that's a tasty combination. He would have known who she was on account of her being such a tub. But I don't think he ever spoke to her. Why should he? He had all the glamour items hanging around his neck. Why are you asking all this?"
"I was in the camp with him. Before he died he gave me a message to deliver to a girl named Cindy. I wondered if Cindy was the one."
"Not a chance. Sorry. You just got the wrong one."
"Was there another Cindy in the class?"
"In one of the lower classes. A funny-looking one. That's the only one I can remember. All teeth. Glasses. A sandy sort of girl. I can't remember her last name, though."