Ann came in the door. "Hi, Don, I'm home!"

He walked over to her. "Hi, honey!" The kissed and sat on the couch together. "How was your day?"

she groaned. "Newsday wants me to finish my article by Friday. That means I'll probably be late, again!"

"That's fine."

She put her feet in his lap. "Take my boots off, please; I'm exhausted!"

He unzipped and pulled them off. Then he began massaging her stocking-clad feet.

"Ooh, that feels nice! Thank you, Donald. And how was your day? Any prospects?

He signed. "No! My agent says there's an upcoming commercial, next week, but that's about it, right now."

"Don't worry. Something will come."

"Ann, I've been thinking: Maybe I should give up acting."

"Give it up?"

"I'm a burden on you. I've been trying to get that 'big break' for the last two years, and all I get are little roles. Meanwhile, you work and make most of the money for us. Maybe God is telling me that I'm not cut out to be an actor."

"Now, you listen to me, Don Hollinger: You're an actor, and a damned good one! There's always a chance you'll be discovered-but not if you give up. When I married you, I promised I'd work while you pursued acting as your career. You're not going to give up that easily!"

He was silent for a bit.

"I heard that the New Theatre is about to open a play."

"That's more like it!"

They hugged and kissed. Then they got up.

"What's for dinner?"

"I was thinking of lobsters."

"Donald, we can't afford that!"

"Well then, how about TV dinners."

"Now that, we can afford!"