“That’s one of our accounts,” Flo said proudly.
“It’s wasted on me. I don’t smoke,” laughed Judy as the tour moved on to a large room lined with pictures of television stars appearing on the big network. People were pointing and exclaiming, each one seeming to have his own favorite.
“Irene’s picture should be up there,” Flo remarked, “but she wouldn’t do commercials, no, she wouldn’t do commercials, no, she wouldn’t do commercials—”
“Please, Flo, don’t make fun of Irene,” begged Judy. “She’s only standing up for what she believes is the right thing.”
“How right is it to throw away money you could be making?” Flo countered. “Judy, you must talk her into accepting this offer. Tell her you think it’s right.”
“I’m not sure what I think. If she really used golden hair wash then she wouldn’t have to say anything that wasn’t true, would she? I think I’ll buy a bottle and ask her to try it,” Judy decided.
“Should I try it, too? Brown is a dull color,” Flo began, but was interrupted. The guide, a brown-haired girl herself, stepped to the head of the line and announced that the tour was about to begin. The group followed her to an elevator that whisked them up to one of the smaller studios. They had just missed the show Irene had mentioned.
“Would you like to watch a set being dismantled? There aren’t any live shows being televised at present,” the guide said as she ushered the group to a row of seats behind what she told them was soundproof glass. A small television set that she called a monitor was at the left of the seats. In front of it, on the other side of the glass, the studio floor was alive with activity. Cameras and microphones were being pushed out of the way. The walls of what had been an indoor scene were rolled back and replaced by a huge weather map. The weather girl would be the next person to use this studio.
“Will we see her?” asked Judy.
This was a program she and Peter often watched at their home in Dry Brook Hollow. She thought of watching Irene, and the wish to see her dearest friend on television became so strong she could think of nothing else except, “She should use golden hair wash.”