They ordered some food.
Gladys Hendricks said, “How come she called you Otto? I thought your name was Del Marston.”
“It is. Keep a lid on it. Around here I’m Otto Schultz.”
“All right. You’re a deep one, ain’t you? We got to have a plan. God, you look awful, Del.”
Marston said, “I’ve had a rotten night. I don’t suppose you have any weapons with you.” He ran his eyes over her form-fitting costume. “Other than the ones Mother Nature gave you. They all grow like that in Iowa or wherever the heck you came from?”
“Nebraska. You ought to see my sister.” She was almost grinning and Marston found himself thinking that this kid might not have turned out so bad if she’d only had half a break. What happened, what went wrong? he wondered. Maybe a brother or a boy friend who went off to fight the
