“I’m sure he didn’t,” Peggy replied bitterly. “I’m sure he heard all he wanted. More than he wanted.” She got up and walked distractedly over to the window. “Whatever made me think I could be an actress! I ought to have my head examined!”
“You are an actress,” Amy said stoutly. “And a darned good one.”
Peggy whirled on her angrily. “You wouldn’t say that if you could have heard me. I must have sounded like an old crow!”
Amy shook her head. “You certainly are taking this hard,” she said. “I can’t do a thing to cheer you up.”
“Oh, Amy.” Peggy went over to her roommate and took her by the hand. “I’m sorry I snapped at you. It’s just that—that—oh, I don’t know.”
“I wish I’d seen you,” Amy declared.
Peggy looked at her in surprise. “Why? What could you have done?”
“I just think you’re exaggerating, that’s all. But I can’t convince you because I wasn’t there.”
“Well, thanks anyway, but I’m not.” Peggy sat down and closed her eyes.
“You’d better get dressed,” Amy said after a pause.