Before the landlord could finish, Marilyn hugged him and kissed him on the cheek,"Mr. Connover, I appreciate you sharing these good news with me. I have to get ready for the audition tomorrow. I take it you'll wish me luck?
"Of course, good luck," the landlord said.
Marilyn sweetly smiled, hugged her food, and ran upstairs. The middle aged bald landlord raised his eyebrows, gently touched his cheek, and smiled. Then he shouted up the stairs, "You have at most another week, no more."
Marilyn Monroe rushed back to her room and closed the door, exhaling deeply. She was out of money. The bread she bought was the last she could afford, and even with rationing, it would only last three days.
She was two months behind on rent. She didn't want to kiss a bald middle aged man, but she had no choice.
The landlord was actually nice, having been lenient for so long.
