CHAPTER 6
Now that Linda had joined the ranks of the unemployed, she knew she had to find something to do. She wondered if she should become a waitress.
She went to a hamburger joint and applied for a job. The man looked at her and shook his head.
"I like your box, baby," he told her, "but I can't hire every girl just because she appeals to me."
"You've got a nerve," she told him. "I was interested in work. I'm not a hustler."
'That's where you'd make your money," he said, looking at her sternly.
She had had enough of that. She wondered if she could call up a girl friend of hers and get some advice on what she should do.
Linda went home and got on the phone and called her girl friend, Terry.
"How's everything, Terry,?" she asked her.
"Just fine," Terry told her. "I'm keeping busy.
