I said, “The waiting room’s gotten so hard.” Felicia, the head of casting, smiled sympathetically. “The nerves-or the folding chairs?” I laughed. “No. The years. The waiting room has become harder than the audition. I never know whom I’m going to see or what it’ll stir up. I am now carrying three huge memories from my life like giant rocks on my back. And I have brought them in here with me now—to you.”

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