John Stacy:
I got there just in time this afternoon. Imagine, our daughter, alone with that seedy, poverty-stricken sex maniac. And Charlotte dressed in... Dressed, huh... supporting a bit of lace here and a bit of lace there. Oh...
Germaine Stacy:
I remember a costume *I* had once. It was made of thin Chantilly lace. So delicate, so lovely, that past the third row you could not tell I was wearing anything at all. Such a waste.
John Stacy:
There's no comparison...
Germaine Stacy:
Then you saw me as the virgin bride of the Sea King. It looked like I was wearing shimmering tights, remember? When actually I was quite au naturel; it was all done with lights. Ah, the magic of the theater. How I loved it.
John Stacy:
That was Paris, a long, long time ago.
Germaine Stacy:
Still, I would like to parade down the runway tonight, if I could hide my extra pounds of contentment.
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