I got some chipped ham sandwiches and pumpkin gobs, and I hope you like Pepsi! She surveyed the table, then looked back at me to say, My, arent we rom...ntic! as she found her seat. I smiled and asked, So how was your day? Oh my God, let me tell you about Mrs. Yoder&hellip, and she proceeded to give me the low down on all her teachers and classmates as we consumed our meal. Having finished the food with twenty minutes to go before she had to report back to class, I dropped our trash in a can and. “I have four lines in the first scene, one in the second, and nine in the third.”“Hey, that’s not bad at all, honey. Rock Hudson only had one line in his first movie,” I told her, trying to sound upbeat to see if I could get her out of her funk.“Yeah, I know. I’m actually pretty lucky. Jenny says she only had two lines in her first movie. Honey, I’m really tired and I have to report to wardrobe at eight o’clock tomorrow morning, so I’m going to say goodnight.”“Okay, honey. You get a good. We stopped off at the Turkey Hill Minit Market at Ronks Road on the way to Lancaster. The coffee, doughnuts and breakfast sandwiches got us awake and ready for our acting debuts.The campers were still in the dining hall when we arrived. I took my friends over to the office to wait for Rob Young and John Holloway to return to the office so we could sign into camp. We hung out a few minutes until the campers were dismissed."Well, look what the cat dragged in," Rob Young teased when he spotted us. ”They approached the medium-sized city that was Jeff’s home. He directed her to a block of smaller, older homes with detached, single-car garages. “Right here,” he said. “Number 320.”Chelsea parked the car in the driveway behind a minivan. She sat, clutching the steering wheel and taking deep breaths. “Ready?” he asked.She nodded, unfastened her seat belt and opened the door. The front door opened and a teen-aged girl with dark blond hair stepped outside. “Jeff!” she shouted. “Mom ... Dad..