The glare faded. She shrugged and said, "Skip it. I don't know why I should all of a sudden get sensitive. I'm living the way I want to live. I guess it's just from talking about Timmy. That was a tender spot. From thinking about the way I was. At thirteen I wanted to lick the world with my bare hands. Now I'm twenty-eight. Do I look it?" "No, you really don't." She rested her cheek on her fist. She looked thoughtful. "You know, Tal Howard, another reason why I think I jumped on you. I think I'm beginning to get bored. I think I'm due for some kind of a change." "Like what?" "More than a new town. I don't know. Just restless. Skip that. You said this wasn't exactly a sentimental journey. What is it?" "There's something else involved." "Mystery, hey? What's with you?" "How do you mean?" "What do you do? You married?" "I'm not doing anything right now. I'm not married. I came here from the west coast. I haven't got any permanent address." "You're not the type." "How do you mean that?" "That information doesn't fit you, somehow. So it's just a temporary thing with you. You're between lives, aren't you? And maybe as restless as I am?" "I could be." She winked at me. "And I think you've been taking yourself too seriously lately. Have you noticed that?" "I guess I have." "Now what's the mystery?" "I'm looking for something. Timmy hid something. Before he left. I know what it is. I don't know where it is. Before he died, not very many hours before he died, Timmy said, 'Cindy would know.' That's why I'm here." "Here from the west coast, looking for Cindy. He hid something nice, then. Like some nice money?" "If you can help me, I'll give you some money." "How much?" "It depends on how much he hid." "Maybe you admitted too fast that it was money, Tal. I am noted for my fondness for money. It pleases me. I like the feel of it and the smell of it and the look of it. I'm nuts about it. I like all I can get, maybe because I spent so much time without any of it. A psychiatrist friend told me it was my basic drive. I can't ever have too much." "If that was really your basic drive, you wouldn't say it like that, I don't think. It's just the way you like to think you are." She was angry again. "Why does every type you meet try to tell you what you really are?" "It's a popular hobby." "So all right. He hid something. Now I've got a big fat disappointment for you. I wouldn't have any idea where he hid something. I don't know what he means." "Are you sure?" "Don't look at me like that. I know what you're thinking. You're thinking I _do_ know and I won't tell you because I want it all. Honestly, Tal, I don't know. I can't think what he could have meant." I believed her.