the set when Sabraâs present, a full R.N.â
âAn ulcer isnât like that,â said Mama. âI know because Sam had one, too. She just needs rest. She needs an easy schedule.â
âWhich sheâll get,â said Fedora. âFrom now on weâll cut back her appearances, and weâll depend a lot on just her voice, for telephone scenes and reveries. And listen to thisâare you ready?â
âShoot,â Mama said, as though we were at the opening of a new war.
âI am going to add an entirely new dimension to Sabraâs character. The way I intend to do it is the way my public would want it done: very honestly, no punches pulled, nothing held back: the truth. Sabra in Hometown will discover that she has a duodenal ulcer!â
âShe will?â Mama said.
âShe will,â said Fedora, âand whatever happens to real-life Sabra will happen to Storybook Sabra. The stopping smoking, the gaining weight because of it, theââ
Mama interrupted her. âFedora, Storybook Sabra never smoked.â
âThat will be taken care of. It will be discovered that she was a secret smoker for some time. We cannot settle for less than the full truth. I might have gotten away with a little blarney ten years agoâGod knows twenty years ago itâd be three-fourths blarneyâbut I have to level with Mr. and Mrs. and Ms. America in this day and age.â She reached out and gave my knee a squeeze. âWell, honey, what do you think?â
âYou mean Iâm supposed to gain weight on television?â I said.
âBe our guest,â said Fedora.
âI donât want to gain weight on television, Fedora. Iâd hate that a lot!â
âSo weâll stuff you with a pillow, honey,â Fedora said.
âI thought we were going to be perfectly honest.â
âOh, sweetheart, the public doesnât want that,â said Mama. âI mean, the public is tuned in to you because their own lives are unbearable and realistic, how long do you think weâd last if we imitated their own lives right down to the letter?â
âI donât see how you can be honest and then stuff me with a pillow,â I said.
âDonât be sidetracked by insignificant details,â said Fedora. âThis new Sabra is going to receive a lot of attention! There hasnât been anything like this on daytime since Melanie on My Life to Live had a facelift.â
âWe canât go one step further without asking Dr. Baird about it,â said Mama, who hadnât even asked me. But I could feel the stirring of excitement starting somewhere in the vicinity of my ulcer, not an unpleasant feeling for a change, a certain uplift.
Fedora said, âIâve already talked with Dr. Baird. Heâs agreed with me that if her schedule is cut down, and the tapings are done with minimal effort and no tensionâa registered nurse will be on the setâand if Sabra wants to do it, then itâs okay.â
âHe said you needed a registered nurse on the set?â said Mama.
âHe didnât say that but weâll provide that. Weâre going to get a lot of mileage out of this, Peg, and itâs positive: It instructs, and warns and helps viewers.â
âWell I can tell you right now not to go to the expense of a nurse on the set. I mean what is the nurse for?â
Fedora gave another one of her long-suffering sighs. âWe want any reporters or interviewers to know weâre taking utmost care of Sabra.â
âI get it,â Mama said. âPublicity.â
I was beginning to feel the way actors said certain agents made them feel: like a piece of meat, little more.
Fedora got my vibes and put her hand on my wrist. âDr. Baird said if Sabra wants to do it, so I think Sabra has the floor now.â
âDo you want to do it, honey? You donât have to. Weâve got plenty in the bank,â Mama