“Oh, I don’t think so. I imagine he’ll just want you to talk about what you’ve done in the theater—personal stuff. Now you two hush and don’t bother me with questions. I like to keep my mind on the road!”
Peggy and Chris exchanged amused glances. Aunt Hetty drove as carefully and slowly as if she were on eggshells. Peggy could see why they would indeed be all day getting to Merion Falls and she sat back with resignation to enjoy the scenery. Chris winced as he watched Aunt Hetty at the wheel, holding it so tightly with both hands that her knuckles were actually white. He was itching to drive himself, and Peggy smiled as she watched his inner struggle—whether or not to ask. Aunt Hetty won. Looking at her determined shoulders from the back seat, he evidently decided that she would never relinquish the wheel. Chris sighed in defeat and slumped back. As he met Peggy’s twinkling eyes, they both had to cover their laughter.
A good while later, when they finally reached Merion Falls, there was barely time to find the radio station and John Hamilton’s studio. Aunt Hetty plumped herself down in the booth with the engineer, and Peggy and Chris took seats at a little table with Mr. Hamilton and a microphone.
Looking at the large clock over the booth, Mr. Hamilton shook his head. “Four minutes to go,” he said anxiously. “I wish we had more time to prepare, but this will have to do. I’ll just ask you both about your background, and then you can plug your theater all you like. We want to hear about your players and something about the plays if there’s time—”
“Can I hear some voices?” the engineer’s voice interrupted him from the booth.
Peggy and Chris spoke into the microphone while the engineer tested sound. “Okay. Fine,” he said. “One minute—” They watched his hand, held up in the air while the minute hand of the clock made a full circle, and then he brought his arm down sharply.
“Good afternoon. This is John Hamilton again, with another interview of interest for residents of the lake area—”
Peggy was impressed, listening to this suave young man and the competent way he handled himself at the microphone. She felt a beginning, just a twinge, of mike fright, but then Mr. Hamilton introduced her, and as she said a few words, Peggy felt easier. As the interview went on, she was fascinated to hear details of Chris Hill’s background that she hadn’t known.
“Then you’ve really been a professional actor for only two years or so?” Mr. Hamilton was asking Chris.
“Yes, since I was discharged from the Army—but before that, of course, I did a lot of work in college and little theaters—and in the Army I was attached to Special Services overseas.”