Lucy Younger had fallen in love with acting when she was in kindergarten. She’d been in the school play and had played a squirrel trying to steal a nut from a tree. When she’d improvised half her lines, her teacher had scolded her later, but she’d known that the laughs she’d gotten from the crowd were something she’d never forget.
Now, though, she wondered if her kindergarten self would forgive her for taking the part of Crazed Menstruating Woman. It was a commercial for some PMS medication, and Lucy had snagged the part of a woman who couldn’t stop haranguing her poor husband, crying, and eating cheese puffs because she hadn’t had the foresight to pick up the medication at the local drugstore.
“Cut! Lucy, can you really sob this time? Not just a few tears like you’ve watched a sad movie
