[ There's the truth. She knows she is--people have told her, and it all adds up, but Midge, well, she's always been a stubborn girl. She's got her arms crossed, dressed to the nines for someone from the 50s--a hat, a beautiful white wool coat, a skirt and some heels. Her hair and makeup's perfect, too, despite the fact that there's no need for it. Routine helps, she wants to tell the girl. She doesn't--at least not yet. ]
bonfire;
[ There's the truth. She knows she is--people have told her, and it all adds up, but Midge, well, she's always been a stubborn girl. She's got her arms crossed, dressed to the nines for someone from the 50s--a hat, a beautiful white wool coat, a skirt and some heels. Her hair and makeup's perfect, too, despite the fact that there's no need for it. Routine helps, she wants to tell the girl. She doesn't--at least not yet. ]
You okay, sweetie?