"My mother has gone to Mexico." She slammed the door.
Minutes later Sella Kyle gridded in, crisp, prim, blonde. "I haven't
seen you in such a time, Poll. Coffee?"
She entertained Sella and wished she would go and knew Ferren knew she
wanted Sella to go and found it amusing.
Every five minutes the collectors rang.
She had just talked Sella out the door when Lukia Collins gridded in.
Lukia had never been Pollony's close friend in school. But now Lukia
was always near, pushing, prodding at Pollony, smiling too brightly at
Brendel.
"You two _are_ coming to lunch with me."
"I've already asked Ferren to lunch."
"Silly, he can punch his own."
"Oh, no," Pollony said.
"I take the silver." Ferren smiled comfortably.