"Oh, yes. At last. And then I met Pat. I'm sorry about Timmy. That was a terrible thing. No, if he mentioned any Cindy it wasn't me. Maybe he would know me by sight. But I don't think he'd know my name." "Could he have meant some other Cindy?" "It would have to be some other Cindy. But I can't think who. There was a girl named Cindy Waskowitz but it couldn't have been her, either. She's dead now." "Can you think of who it could be?" She frowned and shook her head slowly. "N--No, I can't. There's something in the back of my mind, though. From a long time ago. Something I heard, or saw. I don't know. I shouldn't even try to guess. It's so vague. No, I can't help you." "But the name Cindy means something?" "For a moment I thought it did. It's gone now. I'm sorry." "If you remember, could you get in touch with me?" She smiled broadly. "You haven't told me who you are." "I'm sorry. My name is Howard. Tal Howard. I'm staying at the Sunset Motel. You could leave a message there for me." "Why are you so interested in finding this Cindy?" I could at least be consistent. "I'm writing a book. I need all the information about Timmy that I can get." "Put in the book that he was kind. Put that in." "In what way, Mrs. Rorick?" She shifted uneasily. "I used to have dreadful buck teeth. My people could never afford to have them fixed. One day--that's when I was in John L. Davis School, that's the grade school where Timmy went, too, and it was before they built the junior high, I was in the sixth grade and Timmy was in the eighth. A boy came with some funny teeth that stuck way out like mine. He put them in his mouth in assembly and he was making faces at me. I was trying not to cry. A lot of them were laughing. Timmy took the teeth away from the boy and dropped them on the floor and smashed them under his heel. I never forgot that. I started working while I was in high school and saving money. I had enough after I was out to go to get my teeth straightened. But it was too late to straighten them then. So I had them taken out. I wanted marriage and I wanted children, and the way I was no man would even take me out." She straightened her shoulders a little. "I guess it worked," she said. "I guess it did." "So put that in the book. It belongs in the book." "I will." "And if I can remember that other, I'll phone you, Mr. Howard."