Jolene Carver stood in line at the bank, her savings account passbook in one hand and a past-due notice from her landlord in the other. Uncomfortable in the all-in-one girdle, stockings, and black knee-length dress she had worn for that morning’s audition, she fidgeted in place. Only an hour earlier she had been turned down for a nonspeaking role on Gunsmoke , her third rejection that week. If she closed her account, she would have enough cash to pay another week’s rent, buy a meal at the Woolworth lunch counter down the street, and purchase a stamp for the letter
