“Like I said, I only saw one of them more than once. The youngest woman. At least she sounded young. I don’t know how dramatically the glamour changed her look. I’m not good with accents. I did my best to get rid of mine. And none of them had an obvious one, but the one I think is the oldest man sounded educated, like he went to school someplace fancy. Pretentious. Didn’t mind rubbing the fifty-cent words in your face. Their girl rep doesn’t sound the same. Not stupid, but flaky. Always mentioning energy and magical currents. Not trained proper. The other two didn’t talk at all. And their clothes during the meet were nice but hippie-like or new-agey. Youngest called herself Sarah and oldest Tom. They just referred to the others as brother or sister, like cult members do.” He looked up at D
