A great weight seemed lifted from the red-headed singer's mind. With a
resumption of her old bravado, she shrugged, walked into the dressing
room. Her hips moved from side to side. Jaro shut the door, pushed the
bed in front of it.
"The hussy!" said Joan.
Jaro wasn't sure but he thought he detected a feline note in her tone.
He led the way back into the passage, closed the exit.