“That’s what I baptized her. Mary Louise. Everybody else called her just plain Mary, but that wasn’t the way I intended it. I intended it Mary Louise. That’s a pretty name, isn’t it? Mary Louise. Mary is too…plain.” He blinked. “Too plain.” He blinked again. “I want to see that girl. Where is that girl?” “At the mortuary,” Kling said. “Then take me there. A relative’s supposed to identify a…a body, isn’t he? Isn’t that the case?” Kling looked at Carella. “We’ll check out a car and take Mr. Proschek to the hospital,” Carella said wearily.
