“Beginnin’ with Gordon?”
“Sure. Bring him first.”
“Who’s next? Are you goin’ to corral ’em all?”
“If I want to.”
They sat down—Carrigan rather gingerly, and edging away from her.
“You see that skinny feller with the black hair?”
“Yep.”
“That’s Dave Carey. He’s engaged to that girl with the smile an’ the fluffy pink dress. She called me a ‘horrible tomboy’ once. You can bring Dave Carey next.”
“Goin’ to bust up the happy homes, Jac?”
“Miss Silvestre,” she corrected. “Watch Jenny Hendrix stare at me! She’s whispering, too. I hate her! Then there’s Ben Craig, the tall man with the thin, sad-lookin’ face. Once when he was at the hotel he said my head was more like a turkey-egg than a face. You c’n bring him third. I’ll think of some more after a while.”