"What about her?"
"A good deal."
"What has she got to do with my loving you, I'd like to know?"
"She loves you."
"Marie? Loves me? Yo're crazy!"
"Oh, am I? If she hadn't loved you do you think for one minute she'd come riding all the way out here to give you a warning?"
"Marie and I are friends," he admitted. "But there ain't any law against that."
"None at all." Molly's eyes dropped. Her head turned back. She resumed her operations with a spoon in the bowl.
"Lookit here, Molly—"
"Don't you call me Molly." Her tone was as lacking in expression as was her face.