Dinah wondered if this was Margy. Or someone else; hmm. "Franciiiine," she said, raising her voice to a level that wouldn't get her caught up on a rooftop, but might be heard by someone standing close-by. "I told Kyle the truth and the whole truth. Pleeeease, I need your help!" She paused, then said even more loudly, "It's private." A sniff. Then a hiccup.

Give her a second to work up some fake sobs, Francine. She never had to cry on-stage.