The real fun, Forrester thought dismally, was about to begin.
CHAPTER NINE
"Now," Forrester said gaily, "let's see if your God has all the names right, shall we?"
The seven girls seated around him in a half-circle on the grass giggled. One of them simpered.
"Hmm," Forrester said. He pointed a finger. "Dorothy," he said. The finger moved. "Judy. Uh—Bette. Millicent. Jayne." He winked at the last two. They had been his closest companions on the march down. "Beverly," he said, "and Kathy. Right?"
The girls laughed, nodding their heads. "You can call me Millie," Millicent said.
"All right, Millie." For some reason this drew another big laugh. Forrester didn't know why, but then, he didn't much care, either. "That's fine," he said. "Just fine."
He gave all the girls a big, wide grin. It looked perfectly convincing to them, he was sure, but there was one person it didn't convince: Forrester. He knew just how far from a grin he felt.