 What will Peggy mostly likely do tomorrow morning?
“None of them is as fascinating as acting to me,” Peggy replied, “and none of them is nearly as important to my life.” 4 Peggy stared at the faded linoleum on the floor for a few moments before answering. If she were all starry-eyed and expected to see her name in lights in a few weeks, I’d vote against her going, but I’m beginning to think that maybe she’s right about this being the best time.” 6 Mrs. Lane patted Peggy’s arm and said, “We won’t keep you in suspense long, dear. Peggy nodded silently and walked to the kitchen door, where she paused to say, “I’m just going out to the barn to see if Socks is all right for the night. 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. 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. Peggy had lived all her life here, knew every tree-shaded street, every country road, field, lake, and stream. It was not any dissatisfaction with her life, her friends, or her home that made Peggy want to leave Rockport. Or would it be something different, something like the dreary side-street world of failure and defeat that she had also seen in movies? Seeing the image of herself hungry and tired, going from office to office looking for a part in a play, Peggy suddenly laughed aloud and brought herself back to reality, to the warm barn smell and the big, soft-eyed gaze of Socks. Fighting down an impulse to rush right into the kitchen to see how they were coming along, Peggy continued down the driveway and turned left on the slate sidewalk past the front porch of her family’s old farmhouse and down the street toward Jean Wilson’s house at the end of the block. 9 II Dramatic Decision Upstairs at the Wilsons’, Peggy found Jean swathed in bath towels, washing her long, straight red hair, which was now white with lather and piled up in a high, soapy knot. 10 After a brisk rubdown with one towel, Jean rolled another dry towel around her head like an Indian turban.
 Pack her suitcase.
 Rehearse for her audition.  Catch a plane to New York.  Take Socks out for a ride.  Pack her suitcase.