“How do you get along with her?”
“Me? Like everybody else. I’ve got one tiny scene in the first act. I come in with Marcy, who’s supposed to introduce me to her mother—that’s Katherine Nelson. We say a few words to each other and then I go out again.”
“How does that go?” Randy asked, balancing his cup and saucer in one hand. “If I remember rightly you have one or two nice lines.”
“I did have, you mean,” Peggy said moodily. “Katherine Nelson insisted on cutting them.”
May Berriman arched her eyebrows. “How did she manage that?”
“She said I wasn’t doing them right.”
“Were you?”
Peggy looked at them helplessly. “No,” she said, “I guess I wasn’t. But I don’t think anybody could,” she added stoutly. “You see, when I come on to meet the mother, Katherine Nelson doesn’t even look at me.”
“Where does she look?” Amy demanded.
Peggy touched her right ear. “She keeps staring at a spot just about here. Her face never changes expression, and her eyes look positively glassy. Now, how can you react to someone like that?”