“Mr. Lenz?”
“The projectionist. Irene’s show isn’t all live, you know. Sometimes they run film strips. Nearly all the commercials are on film. The show is sponsored by a tooth paste company now, but she’s thinking of getting a new sponsor so she can be on one of the big networks. It would be almost like having her visit us every Saturday evening in our home. She was against it at first,” Judy went on. “Flo asked me to talk her into it.”
“Did you?”
“No. Irene knows what’s right,” declared Judy. “I still can’t imagine her saying she uses a product when she doesn’t. And she’d never use golden hair wash. She hates the idea of everybody being blond as much as I do. Imagine it, Peter! No more black or brown hair. No more dark blondes like Clarissa and Honey—”
“And no more redheads. We couldn’t let that happen!” Peter exclaimed.
Judy gave him one of her special smiles. Gray eyes met blue ones in a moment of understanding. Then she said, “I want to help. I’ll begin by making a list of the things we did Saturday.”
“Ask Pauline and Flo to go over it with you,” Peter suggested. “Then call up Irene. I would call her myself. They’ve given me a telephone right here at my bedside. But it would be better if you made the call from the booth outside.”
“What’ll I say? I’m so mixed up at this point I’m not sure what I’m trying to find out. Am I supposed to ask her about Clarissa or this unknown actress?”
“You’re trying to find out about that redheaded patient upstairs, for one thing,” Peter told her. “Ask Irene to come in and pay her a visit. She may know who she is.”
