Three-Martini Lunch
“I typed up letters on creamy stationery I couldn’t afford and sent out résumés to other publishing houses. And then I waited.
All at once spring slid into summer, and the pace of the city changed. With nothing to occupy me during the daytime, I took aimless walks and spent long hours hanging about the main branch of the public library in Bryant Park, growing increasingly nervous about my rapidly dwindling savings. After a month of receiving no response to the résumés I’d sent out, I telepho...ned Judy one Friday, feeling discouraged and a little depressed.
“I’ve heard nothing,” I complained. “Not a single peep.”
“I’m not surprised,” she said, then hesitated.
“What do you mean?”
“Well, to be honest, Betty said she overheard Miss Everett talking to someone on the phone about you. I think maybe she’s calling around town,” Judy said in an apologetic voice.MoreLess
All at once spring slid into summer, and the pace of the city changed. With nothing to occupy me during the daytime, I took aimless walks and spent long hours hanging about the main branch of the public library in Bryant Park, growing increasingly nervous about my rapidly dwindling savings. After a month of receiving no response to the résumés I’d sent out, I telepho...ned Judy one Friday, feeling discouraged and a little depressed.
“I’ve heard nothing,” I complained. “Not a single peep.”
“I’m not surprised,” she said, then hesitated.
“What do you mean?”
“Well, to be honest, Betty said she overheard Miss Everett talking to someone on the phone about you. I think maybe she’s calling around town,” Judy said in an apologetic voice.MoreLess
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