Vivian sat utterly baffled. So much had already happened that her head ached. He spoke too fast. She tried to focus on what he had just said. They were going to act out the Welles face to face. But she was going to be Neal. Impossible. It would have to be a bedroom scene because there were no other problems. How did Neal feel, then? I don't know how he feels, except he thinks his thing is okay, she thought. If he has some female image going, I haven't got the slightest inkling to it. Automatically, her hands clutched her breasts, "I-I couldn't be Neal. I don't feel like Neal. He's, well, I don't know, but-" she stopped, unable to identify Neal or her inability to play Neal.
"Nonsense!" the doctor retorted sharply. "I'm not Vivian, but every time you come into my office, at some point, I'm
