Comb, section, pin.

Lorraine sat with her eyes half closed and her hands loose in her lap, entirely content, and at one point she said something I couldn’t hear and my mother said, “That’s right,” in a voice I have never heard come out of her.

Not the musical public laugh.

Not the dry hacking real one.

A third thing.

When she started on the set, Lorraine said, quite clearly, “Are you one of the new girls?”