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Are You Afraid Of The Dark :: Sheldon Sidney
Страница: 28 из 173Houston reached behind her desk and pulled out ahandful of magazines:
COSMOgirl, Seventeen, Glamour, Mademoiselle, Essence, Allure… She handed them to Kelly.
Kelly looked at them. "What am I supposed to do with these?" "Have you ever thought of becoming a model?" "No." "Look at these magazines. Then tell me if they give you any ideas that might bring magic into your life." She means well, Kelly thought, but she doesn't understand. "Thank you, Mrs.
Houston, I will."
I'll start looking for a job next week.
* * *
KELLY TOOK THE magazines back to the boardinghouse and shoved them into a corner and forgot about them. She spent the evening doing her chores.
As Kelly started to get into bed that night, exhausted, she remembered the magazines Mrs. Houston had given her. She picked up a few out of curiosity and started to skim through them. It was another world. The models were beautifully dressed, with handsome, elegant men at their sides, in London and Paris and exotic places all over the world. Kelly felt a sudden sense of yearning. She hastily put on a robe and walked down the hall to the bathroom.
She studied herself in the mirror. She supposed that perhaps she was attractive.
Everyone always told her she was. Even if it's true, I have no experience. She thought about her future life in Philadelphia and looked in the mirror again. Everyone has to start somewhere. You have to be the magician… make the magic happen.
* * *
EARLY THE NEXT morning, Kelly was in the library to see Mrs. Houston.
Mrs. Houston looked up, surprised to see Kelly in the library so early. "Good morning, Kelly. Have you had a chance to look at the magazines?" "Yes." Kelly took a deep breath. "I would like to try being a model. The problem is that I have no idea where to start." Mrs. Houston smiled. "I do. I looked in the New York telephone directory. You said you wanted to leave this town?" Mrs. Houston took a typed sheet of paper from her purse and handed it to Kelly.
"This is a list of the top dozen modeling agencies in Manhattan, with their addresses and telephone numbers." She squeezed Kelly's hand. "Start at the top." Kelly was stunned. "I-I don't know how to thank-" "I'll tell you how. Let me see your photograph in these magazines." At dinner that evening, Kelly said, "I've decided that I'm going to be a model." Her stepfather grunted. "That's your stupidest idea yet. What the hell's the matter with you?
All models are whores." Kelly's mother sighed. "Kelly, don't make my mistake. I had false dreams, too.
They'll kill you.
COSMOgirl, Seventeen, Glamour, Mademoiselle, Essence, Allure… She handed them to Kelly.
Kelly looked at them. "What am I supposed to do with these?" "Have you ever thought of becoming a model?" "No." "Look at these magazines. Then tell me if they give you any ideas that might bring magic into your life." She means well, Kelly thought, but she doesn't understand. "Thank you, Mrs.
Houston, I will."
I'll start looking for a job next week.
* * *
KELLY TOOK THE magazines back to the boardinghouse and shoved them into a corner and forgot about them. She spent the evening doing her chores.
As Kelly started to get into bed that night, exhausted, she remembered the magazines Mrs. Houston had given her. She picked up a few out of curiosity and started to skim through them. It was another world. The models were beautifully dressed, with handsome, elegant men at their sides, in London and Paris and exotic places all over the world. Kelly felt a sudden sense of yearning. She hastily put on a robe and walked down the hall to the bathroom.
She studied herself in the mirror. She supposed that perhaps she was attractive.
Everyone always told her she was. Even if it's true, I have no experience. She thought about her future life in Philadelphia and looked in the mirror again. Everyone has to start somewhere. You have to be the magician… make the magic happen.
* * *
EARLY THE NEXT morning, Kelly was in the library to see Mrs. Houston.
Mrs. Houston looked up, surprised to see Kelly in the library so early. "Good morning, Kelly. Have you had a chance to look at the magazines?" "Yes." Kelly took a deep breath. "I would like to try being a model. The problem is that I have no idea where to start." Mrs. Houston smiled. "I do. I looked in the New York telephone directory. You said you wanted to leave this town?" Mrs. Houston took a typed sheet of paper from her purse and handed it to Kelly.
"This is a list of the top dozen modeling agencies in Manhattan, with their addresses and telephone numbers." She squeezed Kelly's hand. "Start at the top." Kelly was stunned. "I-I don't know how to thank-" "I'll tell you how. Let me see your photograph in these magazines." At dinner that evening, Kelly said, "I've decided that I'm going to be a model." Her stepfather grunted. "That's your stupidest idea yet. What the hell's the matter with you?
All models are whores." Kelly's mother sighed. "Kelly, don't make my mistake. I had false dreams, too.
They'll kill you.