tell us?â Tanya said, furious.
âWe wouldâve told you later,â I said.
âThanks a lot!â she said huffily.
âWhat does she look like?â asked Gloria.
âI donât know exactly,â I said. âBut she has to be fabulous!â
âHow do you know?â Gloria asked.
âLeading ladies have to be glamorous,â Carla Mae said.
âOK, itâs settled,â I said. âWhen I get her autograph, Iâll ask her to be our celebrity guest.â
âWho elected you?â Tanya asked. âWeâll all go.â
âWell,â I said, in my best snob-lady accent, âIâm sure she doesnât want a lot of strange people descending on her house unannounced. Perhaps I should go alone.â
âListen, kiddo,â said Carla Mae, annoyed. âIt was my idea, too, to get her autograph!â
âYeah,â said Tanya. âItâs a free country. Anybody can go up to her house if they want.â
âOh, all right,â I said. âBut Iâll do the asking when it comes to the moment of truth.â
Tanya was about to give me a smart answer when she looked down at her feet. âOh, no!â she shrieked. âAll my toes are stuck to the cotton!â We all hooted and cracked our gum right in her ears.
Chapter Two
The next day, contrary to my fatherâs instructions to stay away, the four of us set off to see Constance Payne. Clear River was so small, we only had to walk about five blocks to get to the Gunderson house. We went around 3 P.M., because, as I had pointed out to everyone, âActresses always sleep late.â
I had picked some of the daffodils that were just beginning to bloom around the back corner of our little house, and took them along for Miss Payne. We dressed in our best clothes, and all carried our autograph books. On the way over, there was a lot of serious discussion about who had the best autograph collection. My best autograph was Roy Rogers, who had signed my book at a parade in Omaha. Tanya was bragging about her autograph from Margaret Truman, but I told her it didnât count because she got it through the mail, and autographs werenât for real unless you got them from the actual person in the flesh. Tanya said snippily that she would rather have Margaret Truman in the mail than Roy Rogers in the flesh, and I told her that was a sign of her rotten taste.
There was also a lot of discussion about what Constance Payne might look like. Nobody in Clear River had seen her for years, and other than my father saying that she was pretty and dark-haired, we didnât know what to expect. Gloria speculated that she might have bleached her hair and look like our favorite movie star, Betty Grable, but I pooh-poohed that idea because I knew stage acting was supposed to be high-class and not pin-up stuff like the movies.
Tanya was still a bit miffed because Carla Mae and I had come up with this adventure, and she walked ahead a few steps with me to tell me something confidentially.
âMy father said that when they were in school Constance Payne was always flirting with him, but he never went out with her because she wasnât his type.â She looked at me smugly.
I knew she had made it up, and I wasnât about to let her get away with it.
âWell,â I said. âMy father knew her very well. I think she was mad for him. They dated a lot.â I plunged on recklessly, âI bet she canât wait to see him again. Sheâll want to come over for dinner, I suppose.â
âFor dinner?â she asked, scornfully. âAt your house?â
âYes,â I said, putting on my la-de-da accent, âI suppose I really should invite her for some Saturday evening.â
Tanya was about to make a rude reply when the others walked up beside us. We were there.
I was feeling a bit nervous as we approached the big old house. No one had lived in it since we could
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