"No, no." said Helena before Terry could say anything. "I know it's you."
"How could she have found out? I know she would look in my things, but she couldn't have found anything there."
"She may have overheard something." said Bruce.
"She…does sometimes eavesdrop." Selina admitted. "So she may have."
"My cats told me." she answered, as if she had heard the question.
"Your cats told you?" asked Terry.
"You may have fooled me at first, but you never fooled my Mina. Or anyone else."
She gestured towards the white blue eyed Turkish Angora.
"But of course he wouldn't have fooled any of them." said Selina.
"I told you she liked you. People don't choose cats. Cats choose people."
The cat seemed to struggle from Helena's arms, and she put her back on her feet. The cat seemed happy to see Terry.
"Why is Lili listening to-to something."
She pointed. The cat still seemed to be searching for the source of Selina's voice.
"You tell me. You're the one who understands them."
"Lili hears something. What is she listening to?"
He tried to get her off his shoulders, but she kept clinging on.
"Can't you get her to get off?"
Finally, Lili reluctantly jumped off his shoulders, but still looked back.
"Miakins and Lili took a while longer, than I expected. You don't know them as well as I thought you would."
"So you left them behind for them to lead me here?"
"That's actually why I set this whole thing up. You never would tell me if I just asked, would you?"
"So this was her idea. She did set this up." Bruce told Selina once more.
"Well...I'll have to admit you were right about that." Selina finally admitted.
"No."
"I knew that. I did try to get you to say something. I don't believe it. I don't want to believe it."
"Does Ferrando know, too?" Terry asked.
"Ferrando thinks this whole think is just some kind of prank."
At least she didn't do that she hadn't said anything to him.
She looked up, as if she remembered something.
"Does Mai know?"
"Yes, I think she does."
She nodded.
"You've all made a fool of me, haven't you? All of you."
This time, she seemed to be talking to herself, and even though she looked and sounded pretty calm, at her last sentence, the cats turned to him, and a few hissed.
"No-"
She backed away, and a couple of her cats looked ready to pounce at him.
"I should never speak to you again. Ever."
Helena had never really told Ferrando he wouldn't be giving the interview. She seemed to completely have forgotten about that.
He still waited to be called on stage. It wouldn't be too long, he knew, as he looked at the clock.
Although he was used to arriving early, this time it felt odd to not be in the dressing room, with the make up artists, finishing perhaps a few final details before he went on stage.
In a few minutes, though, he would be going on stage. Maybe to be giving the biggest interview of his career.