by Sue Ann Connaughton
A tradition to pose as calendar girl proved lethal to the ingénue’s career. The agent who marketed her never pinpointed his error. “Remove the mole on her cheek,” he ordered. “Bleach her hair platinum.” However, it was her name that stubbed her career. The public didn’t want a pinup girl named Frances.
Sue Ann Connaughton writes fiction and poetry from a drafty old house in New England.