“You look practically dead on your heels, phone company working you like a mad dog?”
Peggy refrained from jumping at the voice, a quick glance around her shoulder assuring her that it was only Angie at her door, her hair still pinned up from her waitressing job but she had changed out of her uniform in to her bed clothes.
“Practicing lines again I see.” Peggy ran a hand through her hair as she took her hat off, stepping in to her room that was occupied by Angie as it had been for the past few weeks every time she returned home.
“I just need to get this part right.” Angie bit her lip, looking down at the paper she held in her hand. “It isn’t every day a gal gets to play Betty up on stage, I just want to do her right and then get the fame and fortune I deserve.”