(By
the entrance to Butch Gardens. The
ladies are snoozy. The
fire is hissy and
spurty.
The PANTHER LADY puts it out under a heap of banana leaves. The
women start to rouse themselves.)
ELINOR RADLEY
Finally . . .
GEORGETTE
I had the strangest---
GRACE
Hold me, Georgie---
ANNIE
(Looking
around)
Lonnie?
GEORGETTE
(To
GRACE)
You haven’t called me Georgie
since---
COUNTESS VAN DER CAVE
A most uneventful sleep---
ANNIE
The dream
and the wake are never which way you want them to be. Lonnie.
END
OF EPISODE 37.
