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