“IF YOU WERE ONE YEAR old,” Celia asked, “would you be insulted at being called Stinky?”
Vicki grinned and reached for another bonbon. “Why?”
“Because,” Celia answered gravely, “I could swear one of my passengers didn’t like it. At least, he didn’t like the patronizing tone of voice.”
Dot Crowley said from the depths of the sofa, “Maybe he was a horrible baby and richly earned the name. Barr, will you stop eating candy? You’re the only one of us who can do it without getting overweight and being taken off runs. You’re torturing us.”
“Where do you put all the food?” Tessa asked jealously. “Me, I work like a horse and have to eat like a bird.” She stretched out her hand and admired the manicure she was doing.
“I have hollow legs,” said Vicki. “Mm, delicious bon-bons. Especially the pink
