She Sits Alone

A Story by JACK PARRISH

We met in a play. I was one of the advanced students in a school of acting I was attending and Miss Davies, the director of the school, had asked me if I'd be kind enough to help out a group of the beginners by being in a one act play with some of them.

They were an extremely nice group, but with no special spark of originality. The only one of them I found myself fooling any affinity with was a girl named Carol. She was a very pretty girl, a little stocky, with blonde hair worn down to her shoulders, slightly heavyset features, but still, quite attractive. Sho had those faint dark smudges under her yeos that some fair-skinned people have,

Wo started to soo each other a good deal and kept it up after the show was over. It was a very rewarding relationship. Neither of us felt he had to hurry to know all about the other and we both folt completely relaxed in each other's prosenco. She was one of the most straightforwardly honest people I've over known, and you could respect her as well as have fun with her.

Neither of us had much money so we spent most of our time going to museums or exhibitions or just what over we could afford. I remember that for me one of tho best times during our datos was when I would be waiting outside of her apartment in my car and would see her como striding down the walk in her white raincoat that stood out against the twilight and with that fresh, glowing look on her face.

We weren't in the same acting class, of course, since

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