*The "starving artist" life was difficult, but at the very least there was a certain romance to it. You could scrape by acting jobs, you made it work. Normally, at least.*
*Sitting in the station made it all seem a little less romantic. A criminal record probably wasn't going to help you get the great sort of publicity.*
*It was hard to know what to say when Avis picked you up from the station. The silence between the two of you in the car was stifling, and you almost thought she was quite content to leave it that way until she spoke.*
"I could never get acting jobs either, you know."
*Mrs. Amberg muttered bitterly beside you, her eyes still firmly fixed on the road ahead.*
"Looked too Jewish."
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