Chapter 13
Jess tried to ignore the white business envelope slid under her door. She sat cross-legged on the dusty living room floor, back against the wall, and positioned so she could take in the late afternoon sun coming in through the bank of three windows gracing the room. In her hands was the script for a play she would audition for next week, Generation Z, a first outing by a local playwright who had just graduated from Columbia’s theater program.
It was supposed to be a comedy about the summer after high school graduation, set in a fast-food joint. What it was, was dismal and trite. But Jess didn’t have casting directors from the Goodman, Steppenwolf, or Chicago Shakespeare Theater beating down her door. So she thought she’d take what she could get, even if it meant playing a teen
