CHAPTER 14
When I woke the next morning, the smell of cooked bacon was in the air. I went out to the kitchen and saw Rags standing by the white stove.
“Hey buddy, I thought I’d make some bacon and eggs, you hungry?” he grinned.
“Damn, I sure ‘em. I never had dinner last night.”
I sat down at the kitchen table and told him about the audition and Monique’s arrest.
“Isn’t that a b***h?” He shook his head. “Those lousy, damn f*****g cops.”
He dished out the food, and we sat eating in silence for a couple of minutes.
“So, what do you think you’re chances are of landing a part in the Matinee Theatre show?”
“Me, slim to none. Monique might have a chance. She was bitchin’, Rags. I mean like super good.”
“I’ll bet she was. She was excellent as Lady Macbeth.” He took a forkful of eggs. “Wha
