Two old men whoâd brought along their own chairs were placidly playing cards. Questions flew: âWhen do they open the doors? How many extras will they choose? Do you have to have acting experience?â Hordes of people of all sizes and shapes and ages surged back and forth, reaching as far as the parking lot.
âI havenât got all day, you know,â said an ancient lady whoâd forgotten to take off her apron. âI have to get back and watch my TV programs. Iâve better things to do than stand around here all day.â
Two self-important teenagers, wearing short shorts in order to show off their tan legs, rushed from nowhere to join a friend standing at the head of the line.
âOh, thanks for saving us a place!â the teenagers cried, showing their teeth, twitching their behinds to show how young and gorgeous they were. Giving everybody a big treat just by being there, Jenny thought. If I ever get like that, Iâll kill myself.
A manâs rough voice called out, âGet to the back of the line, you! We been here a long time. Everybody waits their turn around here.â
Pretending not to hear, the teenagers laughed louder at something their friend said. Several others took it up. âGet on back to where you belong,â said a lady with flat black hair that looked as if it had been painted on her head. âWait your turn. No slipping inâthatâs cheating!â The lady shook her fist at the girls.
âThatâs right! Get to the back of the line, where you belong!â others shouted.
Faces red with embarrassment, the teenagers sauntered to the end of the line, pretending theyâd planned to do so all along.
âWhere the heck are Sue and Tina?â Mary craned her neck to see over the crowd.
âI bet theyâre still sacked out,â said Jenny.
A scruffy little man in jeans and a T-shirt with âSHOOT!â on its front opened the church hall door. Several people clapped and cheered.
âAll right, folks. No pushing, no shoving. Everybody gets a turn. Single file, please. You get your picture taken and you fill out a form. Leave it with the girl at the desk, please. And remember, donât call us, weâll call you.â
Susan chugged up, breathing fire. âIâve been looking all over for you!â she cried. âWhere were you?â
âRight here,â they told her.
Hand over heart, Susan leaned close. âYouâll never guess whoâs right behind us, talking to us,â she hissed.
âScott Borkowski,â Jenny guessed.
âYou little turd!â Sue snapped. âHow did you know?â
âIâm psychic,â Jenny said.
âHold my place, Jen.â Mary took charge. âIâm going to run back to say hello to Tina. Iâll be back in a sec.â
âYeah, give Tina my best. And donât forget Harpo.â
If there was one thing Jenny hated, it was waiting. She began to count slowly. If nothing happened by the time she got to ten, she was leaving. She had made up her mind. Let Mary hang around. She had better things to do.
Jenny counted so slowly that she forgot where sheâd left off and counted âsevenâ twice in her head.
To wake herself up, she said, âEight,â in a piercing voice.
Everyone stayed just as they were, gazing blankly at one another without recognition.
âNine!â shouted Jenny.
âBingo!â said the lady with the flat hair, joining in the fun. That surprised Jenny. She wouldnât have thought the flat-haired lady knew what fun was.
They grinned at each other, and just as the line began to move, Mary dashed back to regain her place.
âI couldnât hold it,â Jenny said with a long face. âYou left, and they said it wasnât fair for you to get back in the place you left.â
Maryâs eyes snapped, and she opened her mouth to protest. The flat-haired lady gave her a big wink to
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