“Yes she was fine.” “Did you like her?” “I liked her all right.” “What didn’t you like about her?” “Oh I liked her … sure, I liked her.” “What’s her name?” “Lloyd. Maggie Lloyd.” “Married or single?” “Married.” “Where’d she come from?” “I don’t know. She never said.” “‘Never said!’ Got a husband?” “I don’t know.” “You don’t know? Didn’t she tell you?” “No …” abruptly. “You’d think after a whole summer …” “I know,” with a half smile, “but she didn’t.” “Does Haldar like her?” “Oh sure. Haldar and Alan are crazy about her.” “That so.” In the evening Alma Bower said to her mother Mrs. Pratt, “I don’t think Vera Gunnarsen’s so crazy about that Mrs. Lloyd.” “Lloyd? … Lloyd? … oh, Lloyd. What’s wrong with her?” “Kind of a myst’ry woman.” “Who said?” “Well, Vera didn’t say, but she was sorta cagey. You know Vera … Haldar and Alan are crazy about her …”
