Clara hugged her friend and felt the thick rolls of Myrna under the brilliant yellow caftan. Finally they pulled apart and Myrna looked at her friend. “What brought that on?” “I was just talking to Ruth—” “Oh, dear,” said Myrna and gave Clara another hug. “How many times have I told you to never speak to Ruth on your own? It’s far too dangerous. You don’t want to go wandering around in that head all alone.”
