Phyllis Ross

(from inside cover)

ANIMAL, VEGETABLE, MINERAL

Roger Appleseed burst through the door. "Where's the P.A.?"

It wasn't the first incomprehensible question he'd put to Priscilla in the past two days. She picked up her notes to see if she could find a clue.

"Don't look it up," he snapped. "Just try to remember. Did you put in an order for a P.A. from LBC?"

It would be a whole lot easier if she knew what a P.A. was. "I asked them for a studio and staff," she said hopefully. "Oh, and a Houston Dolly."

"Blast the Dolly! Did you or didn't you tell them to get a P.A. here today?"

She looked a lot calmer than she felt. She didn't eve know what she was looking for. Nervously she skimmed through four typewritten pages of notes and finally shook her head.

"I must have been out of my mind to hire you!" His hands tore through his hair, leaving most of it perpendicular. "So, get me a P.A.," he snarled, and stormed back to the Conference Room."