“When do we see ourselves on TV?” Clarissa whispered.
“Patience,” Pauline told her. “We’re coming to that. We stand in front of a camera, and the guide interviews us, but I think we go up to the sound-effects room first.”
“That’s radio, isn’t it? I watched the sound-effects man once on a radio broadcast,” Judy remembered. “It was right here in Radio City, but I had a mystery to solve and didn’t take the whole tour.”
The others asked her about the mystery, and she began to tell them about what happened before she and Peter Dobbs were married. “Irene had a radio show then. It was the summer before little Judy was born. Honey was just out of art school. Peter and I drove to New York to bring her home.”
“Who is Honey?” asked Clarissa.
For the second time that day Judy explained that Peter’s sister had been in their thoughts when they pretended at the table in the restaurant. “We called her a phantom just for fun. And then you came and sat in her chair,” Judy continued. “It did seem a little weird. You’re like Honey in many ways. You’re taller, of course, and your hair is darker—”
“It won’t be much longer,” declared Clarissa. “I’m going to buy a bottle of that golden hair wash with some of the money you girls lent me. Then I’ll be beautiful.”
“You are beautiful,” Flo insisted. “Didn’t I say so, girls? There’s nothing wrong with the color of your hair.”
“It’s drab. It’s dull.”
“Oh, stop it, Clarissa!” cried Judy. “We lent you that money for your fare home, not to waste on shampoo.”