“Do I wish it happened?” She shook her head. “No, I don’t. But if you must know, I’m happy she’s leaving television. Not because of the reason you think—although, yes, I’m happy to no longer share the screen with her.” She twisted her coffee over the table as though it were the stem of a wineglass. “She’s just not as tough as me; she doesn’t have thick skin. The rejection and criticism are obviously too much for her, and over time, it will only get worse. Believe it or not, I don’t want that for her.”
This was the first time I had ever heard any empathy or humanity from her.
Finally, I was getting somewhere.
“Why don’t you tell her that?”
Her hand paused, her lips opening, no words coming out.
“I understand vulnerability is hard for you, Daisy.” I shifted tones and positions, playing
