Eleanor stopped at her favorite diner for coffee, no cream, no sugar. Maybe a slice of cherry pie tonight, it was fabulous.
She didn’t get her dream part, yet again and the big party at the director’s home was celebrating the cast, the brand new cast, not her.
She imagined telegrams arriving in Ottumwa, Iowa, and Kyoto, Japan, with the good news.
No one in Indianapolis, Indiana would remember her name.
There was that one time when she was crowned “Froth Queen” at Mo’s Drive-In but she never let that go to her head.
11 April, 2018