There'll be about twenty other spur-of-the-moment contestants
unless they've added some since six o'clock."
Cade asked, "How did you come up with uniforms?"
"The superstore near Ft. McPherson. White bathing suits, boots and blue
spray paint, red fabric, and gloves. Phyllis and agent Vocce took the girls to
room 439, said that making their own uniforms was part of the job, and put them
to work. One of them started to object, but the one who brought her kid along
said that sewing and painting for a few minutes would beat the hell out of
waiting tables tonight. They all stayed."
"Waiting tables?" asked Cade, "That one doesn't sound like a hooker. She
brought her kid? Couldn't find a babysitter?"
Nodding, John said, "You got it. No problem, though. The convention has a
babysitting room so parents can attend panels and the like without disrupting
them. All we had to do was get her a day pass to the con."
The elevator arrived and they suspended the conversation until they arrived
at lower lobby two and debarked. As they threaded their way through the crowd
toward the ballroom where costume contests were held, Cade spotted the Brooklyn
Klingon woman yet again.
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