Did she know George? Dexter's eyebrows knit together, as he tried to figure it out. "Yeah. She's a good friend. Short for Georgia, but she hates that. Do you know her?"
He supposed that it wouldn't be so odd if she did, but it would be kind of odd because this would be the first person he met who knew her by George and not that other name. What was it? Millie?
Dexter shook the offered hand. "Dexter." And out of politeness, he gestured to the chair across from him.
"I just didn't know that I'd said anything out loud. I must have been really deep in thought."