"Myrna, what's wrong?"
"Oh Amanda! I don't know what to do. This child has cost me my act and yet I can't tame her. I don't know what to do."
"I know about the lions, dear; and I'm grief stricken. But just hold on and I'll be there shortly. Oliver called--" Myrna cut in.
"You're coming here? Oh, thank God! But what should I do with Joan until you get here?"
"How is she?"
"What the hell do you mean how is she? The little b***h just got Mae killed and Andy destroyed. How is she, you ask. Well, I wish she were dead!"
"No, dear, you misunderstand me. What I mean is what state is her mind in? What ever she feels shows all over her face. She is such a simple child, really."
Myrna glanced at Joan for the first time during the conversation and after a moment said, "She looks like either a z
