Whatever was going on had stubbornly burrowed itself into the recesses of her mind, would not expose itself. Her vision of Page morphed into Molly the mannequin. Molly’s submissive expression last night when Senora had snapped her fingers and ordered her to go straight to the Diva’s suite reminded her of Page. Page was so much like Molly. Of course! Why hadn’t she seen it? Molly’s face said it all. Maria would never forget her expression of sheer fright and eager anticipation of what was to befall her. Maria had seen that same fearful, eager look on every one of the Diva’s mannequins, but it had never registered like it did last night and then again this morning when she woke to Page’s photo.
She knew now what was biting her. She should do everything in her power to help Senora accommoda
