Galinda looked at me and asked, "Elphie, what is it?"

I spun and glared at her. "How dare he!" I snapped. "How dare Dr. Niddik imply that I am a spoiled brat! I most certainly am not spoiled!"

She looked at me and said, "Let it out, Elphie."

I paced and growled. "He doesn't even know anything about me—how I was raised!" I snarled. "I know more about how I was raised than anyone—besides my parents and my maids!"

Galinda looked at the paper that the questions were on and said, "Elphie, why don't we see if we can claim we 'got' Elphaba Maria Tatiana Nikolaevna Feodorovna Romanov to come back to Shiz with us and she wanted to tell us her life story?"

"Or, we could explain in Paris," I added.

She nodded in agreement.