A Hollywood Tragedy
To be a leading lady
When I accepted the job of Miss Evelyn’s assistant two years ago, I had no idea what I’d be dealing with. A former actress, Miss Evelyn spends most of her days lying around the mansion calling me for this and that.
“Teeny, darling!” she called, after she rang her little bell.
I informed her that my name is, in fact, Tina on several occasions. But it didn’t seem to make a difference.
On one particularly difficult day, I was preparing lunch for Miss Evelyn and her special guests. These special guests were well-known producers. Her agent set up the meeting knowing his client was desperate for work.
While in the middle of cutting carrots for the roast, I was startled by my employer’s shrieking. Though, this was nothing new. Miss Evelyn was always in a crisis of some kind, and it was my job to ease her worries with wine and Valium.
From the kitchen, I heard, “Teeny, please! Help!”
I sighed deeply, grabbed a bottle of wine, her favorite glass, and a pill. I entered the sitting room to find Miss Evelyn laying on the chaise and with her eyes wide open in terror.
“Miss? What’s wrong?”
“I can’t see, Teeny! I can’t!”
