“My name’s Lorraine,” the girl said. “Lorraine B—”
“Baines,” Marty continued.
She smiled. “How did you know that?”
He shrugged. “I get around,” he said cryptically.
Lorraine lifted the cold compress. “I’ll get you some new ice,” she said.
As she stood to leave, Marty released an involuntary gasp of surprise, causing her to eye him cautiously.
“Are you all right?”
“Yeah.”
“What was that sound for?”
“It’s just that you’re so thin,” Marty replied.
“Thanks, I guess,” she said. “I’ve always been on the thin side.” She patted her flat stomach. “You don’t think I’m too thin, do you?”
“No. It looks great,” Marty said sincerely.
“Thank you, Calvin,” she smiled.
“Calvin?”
“Yes. Isn’t that your name?”
“No.”
She frowned. “That’s funny. I was sure it was. Your name isn’t Calvin Klein?”
“No. It’s Marty.”
“Then why does your under—” She blushed, looked away.
Marty suddenly became aware of his pants folded across the chair in the opposite corner. Reaching down beneath the covers, he realized he was clad only in his underwear.
“We took your pants and shirt off when we put you in bed,” Lorraine said, a trifle embarrassed. “I’ve never seen purple underwear before, much less purple underwear with a man’s name written on it.”
“Oh,” Marty replied. “That isn’t my name. Calvin Klein is the name of the underwear manufacturer.”
“And your name’s Marty?” she asked.
“Yes.”
“Well, I’m pleased to meet you, Marty,” she said, sitting next to him on the bed. Her attitude seemed different now, much less motherly, more seductive.
“And what’s your last name?” she smiled.
The word “McFly” formed on Marty’s lips, but he managed to avoid saying it. That would have been hard to explain, McFly being a rather uncommon name. Instead of trying to deal with that, Marty winced as if a sudden rush of pain had just struck him.
“Oh, you poor boy,” Lorraine whispered. She reached out to touch him but he moved away. “Are you
all right?”
“Yes,” he said, exhaling softly as if the pain had passed.