"But the name Cindy means something?"
"For a moment I thought it did. It's gone now. I'm sorry."
"If you remember, could you get in touch with me?"
She smiled broadly. "You haven't told me who you are."
"I'm sorry. My name is Howard. Tal Howard. I'm staying at the Sunset Motel. You could leave a message there for me."
"Why are you so interested in finding this Cindy?"
I could at least be consistent. "I'm writing a book. I need all the information about Timmy that I can get."
"Put in the book that he was kind. Put that in."
"In what way, Mrs. Rorick?"
She shifted uneasily. "I used to have dreadful buck teeth. My people could never afford to have them fixed. One day—that's when I was in John L. Davis School, that's the grade school where Timmy went, too, and it was before they built the junior high, I was in the sixth grade and Timmy was in the eighth. A boy came with some funny teeth that stuck way out like mine. He put them in his mouth in assembly and he was making faces at me. I was trying not to cry. A lot of them were laughing. Timmy took the teeth away from the boy and dropped them on the floor and smashed them under his heel. I never forgot that. I started working while I was in high school and saving money. I had enough after I was out to go to get my teeth straightened. But it was too late to straighten them then. So I had them taken out. I wanted marriage and I wanted children, and the way I was no man would even take me out." She straightened her shoulders a little. "I guess it worked," she said.