A few years have passed, and I’ve been very lucky with my career. My theatre work eventually grew into film offers.
I’m sitting at a poolside table under a bright yellow umbrella. The sunlight is shimmering off the crystal blue water. My thoughts drift to plans for upcoming visits from both Aunt Julie and Jessica. I prop my tanned bare feet on a cushion and reach for the tall glass of iced tea in front of me. As I take a sip, I suddenly hear someone come up from behind me.
Despite the extensive security system installed in my small, yet extremely comfortable home, I am a bit startled. But, there’s nothing to worry about; it is my personal assistant.
“Penny, here’s your mail. I thought you might like it now.”
“Thanks.”
Among some fan mail and garbage, yes, even celebrities get junk mail, I noticed an envelope with odd handwriting.
Ms. Penny Nolan
4222 Palm Avenue
Beverly Hills, California