He’d never seen a look like the look on Juanita’s face as she recited that name. It was like a cross between a schoolgirl’s crush and the ultravampish look of a bad actress on a Mexican soap opera. Whatever it was that had bitten her, it had bitten her really bad. "That’s fine, Janey," he said cautiously. "I don’t have any grudge against him, or any of your hick weirdo friends. Just as long as they don’t try to step on my neck."