“Yes, really.” Randy urged her on. “Come on, let’s tell her the good news.”
A few moments later, they turned the corner and walked down one of the side streets that run into Broadway. They were now in the heart of New York’s theater district, where famous names stared down at them from every side. When Peggy first had come to New York, she had envisioned theaters stretching along the entire length of Broadway. It had been quite a surprise to discover that nearly all of New York’s theaters were actually located on rather shabby-looking side streets. But there they were, with one block housing as many as half a dozen play-houses, each with its tremendous sign and a marquee jutting out over the pavement.
Under one of the marquees, about halfway down the block, stood Amy. She saw them coming and ran toward them, waving a small envelope triumphantly.
“I got them!” she cried. She came to a stop beside Peggy and stared at her hopefully, eyes sparkling in anticipation. “Now, honey,” she said, “you’ve got to tell me it’s been worth it, standing all this time. You’re going to read for the part, aren’t you?”
Amy waved a small envelope triumphantly.
Peggy smiled and nodded. “Tomorrow morning,” she said. “I can’t believe it yet—”
Amy let out a whoop and grabbed Peggy’s hands. “Oh, honey, I could kiss you, I’m so happy.” She looked at Randy proudly. “You see!” she demanded. “Didn’t I tell you?”
“You sure did,” Randy admitted with a grin. “Even at a quarter past eight this morning. I could have cheerfully wrung your neck for waking me up!”
“It did you good to get up,” Amy told him. “Now you’ve got to tell me all about it,” she said to Peggy. “Let’s take a walk, have a nice lunch, and then get to the theater early.”