 Why doesn’t Jean want to join Peggy in New York?
“None of them is as fascinating as acting to me,” Peggy replied, “and none of them is nearly as important to my life.” 5 “It seems to me, Tom, that Margaret has a pretty good idea of what she’s doing,” Mrs. Lane said. 6 Mrs. Lane patted Peggy’s arm and said, “We won’t keep you in suspense long, dear. Feeling much better, Peggy shut the screen door behind her and started for the barn. Ever since she had been a little girl, the barn had been Peggy’s favorite place to go to be by herself and think. Peggy stopped first at the bag that hung on the wall among the bridles and halters and took out a lump of sugar as a present. As Peggy mixed some oats and barley for her pet and checked to see that there was enough straw in the stall, she thought about her life in Rockport and the new life that she might soon be going to. And of course, all of this was in addition to the usual growing-up pleasures of swimming and sailing, movie dates, and formal dances—everything that a girl could want. Peggy had lived all her life here, knew every tree-shaded street, every country road, field, lake, and stream. All of her friends were here, friends she had known since her earliest baby days. It was not any dissatisfaction with her life, her friends, or her home that made Peggy want to leave Rockport.
 She’s not interested in acting as a career.
 She’s not interested in acting as a career.  She wants to be a singer.  She will take care of Socks.  She doesn’t want to leave her family.