FREDA
(As one will tell a story.)
Why, I was caught in a storm over on Indian River. We were compelled to seek shelter in a little cabin, and whom should we find there, likewise driven in by the storm, but this Freda Moloof. There was no standing on ceremony nor conventionality. It was life or death, and in I went. We were storm-bound two days. And she was very kind to me.
(A pause, then, voice tender and sympathetic.)
I felt so sorry for her.
(A pause.)