Rose: You know, I had a nanny when I was a child. She was my best friend. I could tell her anything and I’d know she would keep it a secret. We used to spend the days running and playing in the meadow or playing hide and seek in the barn. My nanny treated me like I was her own kid. Excuse me
[Rose tears up and leaves the room]
Dorothy: [Upon Rose leaving room] Is there anyone here who doesn’t think she was talking about a goat?
[Sophia and Blanche shake heads as no]Pagingbaptismus-flaminisbecause you are Rose and Rose is a goat