"Connie, you ain't telling the truth. This is your day set aside for a ride with me and you know it," he said, still laughing.
Ha Ha Ha!
Ha Ha Ha!
How do you know my name?
Ellie can sit in the back.
The way he straightened and recovered from his fit of laughing showed that it had been all fake.
Now she remembered him even better, back at the restaurant, and her cheeks warmed at the thought of how she had sucked in her breath just at the moment she passed him—how she must have looked to him. And he had remembered her.
"I never said my name was Connie."
"Ellie and I come out here especially for you," he said. "How about it?"
"I know lots of things."
"Where?" "Where what?" "Where're we going?" He looked at her. He took off the sunglasses and she saw how pale the skin around his eyes was, like holes that were not in shadow but instead in light. His eyes were like chips of broken glass that catch the light in an amiable way.
He smiled. It was as if the idea of going for a ride somewhere, to someplace, was a new idea to him. "Just for a ride, Connie sweetheart."
"But I know what it is. I know your name and all about you, lots of things," Arnold Friend said.