The blond went Oh shit and futzed with a microphone taped to her bra. Bombs away: Joan walked back to the house. Loudspeakers blared Tannhäuser. The ten thousand guests went rouge-cheek opera buffa. Kurt Weill and Lotte Lenya bushwhacked her. They German-jabbered. They dragged her to a book nook. A projector and movie screen were set
