She was well over six feet, taller than most men there. They straightened theirspines, sucked in their stomachs; there was a general contest to match her swayingheight.

Holly said, "What are you doing here?" and her lips were taut as drawn string.

"Why, n-n-nothing, sugar. Ive been upstairs working with Yunioshi. Christmasstuff for the Ba-ba-zaar. But you sound vexed, sugar?" She scattered a roundaboutsmile. "You b-b-boys not vexed at me for butting in on your p-p-party?"

Rusty Trawler tittered. He squeezed her arm, as though to admire her muscle,and asked her if she could use a drink.

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