"Bother the library," she laughed. "No one's used it yet." She jumped to a sitting position on the counter, swung her legs across, slid off on his side.
"There. The library's closed for the day."
"What did you do before your capture?"
"I was on the triangle."
He frowned in perplexity. "On the triangle? It sounds uncomfortable."
"Sure. The triangle. Mars, Venus, Earth. Ninety gorgeous gals." She clasped her hands behind her head, rolled her hips.
"Oh," he said, comprehending at last. "You were on the stage."
"The stage?" she laughed. "It does sound more dignified that way. I was in the chorus. Man, what I wouldn't give for a glimpse of the Gay White Way or the Street of Sighs."
Impulsively, Norman decided to trust her. He said, "We're going to steal a green suit."
"A green suit?" She raised her eyebrows. "What do you want with a green suit? You look much nicer in the outfit you have on."