She had her coat on, ready to leave. “You quitting already? It’s only five-thirty.” “I’ve taken my clothes off eleven times,” the girl said, “and put them back on again. That’s enough for one day.” “Where is everybody?” “You mean Doreen?” “Well, now that you mention it.” “I don’t know. I haven’t seen her.” “How about the other girls?” “Sickies. Leo lets you call in sick once a month.” “Is he here?” “In back.” She moved past him to the door. “If you see him, tell him I left.” “Yeah, maybe I’ll stick my head in, say hello.” She took a moment to look at him again as she opened the door. “You don’t have anything better to do?” “Tell you the truth,” Mitchell said, “not that I can think of.” He felt dumb standing there waiting for her to leave. “Well—” The girl gave a little shrug and finally walked out. The door swung closed behind her. Leo Frank sat at his desk studying a list of job applicants trying to remember faces and match them to the names.
