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Linda looked at him blankly, cursing herself for such a stupid slip, but her quick wits showed her the escape route very quickly. "When I was working for the March of Dimes," she said, cocking her head to the side as if puzzled by why he asked the question. "A few times there were meetings about benefit performances, things like that."
"Oh?"
The drawn-out monosyllable did not indicate any real conviction on Peter's part that Linda was telling the truth. She flushed slightly and turned back to Donald.
"But I never knew anything about theI guess you would call it the operating end of television. You know what I mean. When you see a show it all looks so naturalas if people just happened to be in the right place at the right time and had the right things to say."
A loud groan burst from Donald simultaneously with a shriek from Rose-Anne. In chorus and antiphonally they explained the agonies that preceded, surrounded, accompanied, and followed that appearance of naturalness. Linda heard about the months of scrounging for an idea, the battles with script writers, the bitterer battles between writers and actors, and the torments inflicted on producersparticularly assistant producersby actors, writers, scene designers, cameramen, lighting experts, and programmers. Here Donald paused and cast a half-laughing look at his sister.

 
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