A young woman
stood to one side with a number of uniformed limo chauffeurs holding a sign
“Arleen Armstrong”. “It’s 3:00AM, I haven’t booked a flight.”
“Are you sure you’ve had enough time to think this through? hqporner The meeting with her agent led to a little
work over the next few days singing jingles for under arm deodorant and dog
food, which helped pay the rent and restocked their depleted refrigerator. Its room eleven. Her answering machine had been
destroyed by some maniac with a baseball bat and lay in two hundred
unfixable parts in the center of her bed. She
sighed and sipped her third mug of the now overcooked stale black coffee. Say from the beginning of July?
