Chapter 29
Kate had heard that green rooms were supposed to be calming. So why was she praying for her perspiration to stop? Why was she gulping down air and eating Salerno butter cookies by the handful? She looked around her once more, trying to concentrate on the cream-colored furniture, mahogany accent tables, and sea-foam green walls. Over a speaker, softly, came Bach’s “Brandenburg Concerto.” Relax, she told herself, relax, as the terror bordering hysteria mounted.
In ten minutes, she would be on live TV.
She popped another cookie into her mouth, wondering what had ever possessed her to come on the show. Ted had been right; she was being exploited—a tragedy for all of Chicago to watch and be entertained. She was someone at whom the viewers could stare and be grateful their own live
