Rhonda slipped an arm around her waist and stood looking out with her. She wore a pale pink, knee-length sheath and matching peep-toe pumps. Mari looked at her sideways. “What? No glib reassurances?”
Rhonda returned the look with eyebrows raised. “I don’t know this guy well enough for reassurances. For all I know, he won’t show.”
Mari turned her attention back out the window. “Thanks a lot, that helps.”
Back when I was in college, my father asked me more than once what I was going to do with a theatre degree. I'd always say, "I don't know, Dad, but acting is all I want to do."
Back when I was in college, my father asked me more than once what I was going to do with a theatre degree. I'd always say, "I don't know, Dad, but acting is all I want to do."