“Never mind that,” Peggy said, “get on with the rest of it!”
“But that’s the important part!” Amy protested. “That’s when I knew it was the beginning of the end!”
“Goodness,” Peggy said. “It sounds serious. What happened when you had your eyes closed?”
“I heard somebody tell me to stick out my arm.”
“What!”
“It’s the living truth, honey. Honestly, I thought they were going to give me a vaccination or something. But then the make-up girl rubbed cream on my hand and took the polish off my fingernails. When she was through, I asked if she wasn’t going to do anything else, and she said no. She said I was ready to go on camera.”
“But only your arm was made up?”
Amy nodded emphatically. “Up to my elbow.”
“Then what was your part in the commercial?”
“A hand!” Amy wailed. She looked as though she were about to burst into tears. “I played the part of a hand on the Bob Jordan commercial. All they wanted me to do was open the refrigerator door!” Amy thumped the couch in frustration. “Here I thought they wanted an actress who could read lines and all, and all they wanted was a hand! Why, anybody with five fingers could have done it!” She paused and looked sheepishly at Peggy. “Oh, Peggy, I’m so ashamed!”