want you to name your fears, Rosie,” Barb continues. “Give them wings and let them fly among us.” Amy sees Rosie close her eyes. “I fear mental and physical decline,” says Rosie. “I fear the loss of friends, and loves.” Barb bangs the gong after each fear. “I fear being misunderstood,” says Rosie. “Being seen as an inconsequential person, a joke. I fear being forgotten. I fear being remembered for hair and lipstick and leopard print, and sunglasses, and not for what I worked for, and what I am proud of.”
