put a lid on it, stifle it, say it was some other The "Three Faces of Eve" kind of thing; and I'd tell her, the soul of sanity, she didn't need that explanation, was enough. She always wanted to be interesting but always to the wrong people. Dead people, people with for brains. Heartless people she tried life into. In and out of hospitals where she was always the most normal person there. She caught every new psychological problem. Provided entertainment for therapists.