“That’s Clarissa’s complaint, not yours, Flo. I do believe she’s hypnotized you into saying it,” declared Pauline.
Judy wondered if that could be possible. Afterwards she wished she had asked the guide what went wrong with the picture when Clarissa fainted. For when they went back to get her she did refuse to come and see herself.
“Anyway,” Clarissa added, “the tour is over, and I’m all right now. The nurse gave me some capsules to break and inhale if I feel faint during Irene’s show.”
“Maybe you shouldn’t go,” Pauline began.
“But you invited me—”
“Of course we did,” Judy broke in. “Irene is expecting all four of us.”
“You’re so good to me!” exclaimed Clarissa. She glanced about the small room with its first-aid equipment as if in doubt about something. Then she said, “The nurse went out for a minute. We don’t need to wait for her. Shall we go?”
Judy was glad to leave. There was something oppressive in the air. The closed-in cubicle was left for the next emergency patient. As soon as they were outside in the wintry air, the color came back to Clarissa’s cheeks, and she appeared to be quite herself again. Swirls of snow were still blowing about, now hiding, now revealing the street ahead.
They stopped in a drugstore and had coffee and a quick sandwich. As they were about to leave, Judy remembered something.
“I was going to buy a bottle of golden hair wash!” she exclaimed.